Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Shredded but Whole
Shredded but Whole
By Peter A. Todd
Petertoddpoet.com
In skies of blue I wave near water's edge
All torn and cruelly tattered
My staff broken and splintered
The symbol of my honorable duty shattered
I was spit on and lowly cursed
With words of hatred even by the young
Stepped on and kicked just like a ball
By teenagers out for a night of fun
They will never stop me I will wave even more
For I am the flag of Freedom and Glory
Through many treacherous land I have soared
The red of my stripes and each soldier's story
Just as the field of blue and ocean's near
My white representing our countries Faith
The stars of all our great states
Under God's and below his Heaven's gates
My Finnish Heritage
These are my heritage from my grandparents, aunts and uncles and my mother Ida Marie Putaansuu.
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