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Tricolor Pride ~ Revision 2
She flies for freedom; off'ring choice
to listen to the homeland voice
in proof through... night... our flag's still there...*
with strength and glory all can share.
Although she's slightly battle-worn
from bullet holes and cutlass scorn,
word-whipped until her hem-edge curls
by mean-mouthed, uncouth, sadist churls;
she's softened by a mother's tears
and strengthened by a father's fears...
in solace for the ones who've cried
to honor loved ones who have died.
Still she survives, beliefs opined.
Historical events enshrined
she waves her stars and stripes in hope
that others draw within her scope.
Her stitches, sewn by loving hands,
withstand the rigor of demands
to bind our nation's future fast
against a terroristic caste.
We soldiers, armed with loyalty
and hearts that yearn to be kept free,
together charge the battlefield
to fight with might; we'll never yield.
We'll carry her with fervent vows
and tend her wounds when time allows.
Her cause may often be denied,
yet faith unfurled... she flies with pride.
Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright June 18, 07
* A line from The Star Spangled Bannerin solace was sad comfort
Tricolor Pride ~ Revision 1
A fight for freedom? We've no choice;
just listen to the homeland's voice
in,
proof through... night... our flag's still there*...Such words ring truth, none can compare.
Although she's slightly battle-worn
from bullet holes and cutlass scorn,
word-whipped until her hem-edge curls
by mean-mouthed, uncouth, sadist churls;
she's softened by a mother's tears
and strengthened by a father's fears...
sad comfort for the ones who've cried
to honor loved ones who have died.
Still she survives, beliefs opined.
Historical events enshrined
she waves her stars and stripes in hope
that others draw within her scope.
While stitches sewn by loving hands
withstand the rigor of demands
to bind our nation's future fast
against a terroristic caste,
we soldiers, armed with loyalty
and hearts that yearn to be kept free,
together charge the battlefield
to fight with might; we'll never yield.
We'll carry her with fervent vows
and tend her wounds when time allows.
Her cause may often be denied,
yet faith unfurled... she flies with pride.
Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright June 18, 07
Tricolor Pride ~ Original
A fight for freedom? We've no choice!
Just listen to the homeland's voice
in,
proof through... night... our flag's still there*...
such words cry truth, none can compare.
Her stitches sewn by loving hands
withstand the rigor of demands
to bind our nation's future fast
against a terroristic caste.
She may be slightly battle-worn
from bullet holes and cutlass scorn,
word-whipped until her hem-edge curls
by mean-mouthed, uncouth, sadist churls.
She's softened by a mother's tears
and strengthened by a father's fears;
sad comfort for the ones who've cried
to honor loved ones who have died.
Still she survives, beliefs opined,
historical events enshrined;
still waves her stars and stripes in hope
that others draw within her scope.
We soldiers, armed with loyalty
and hearts that yearn to be kept free,
together charge the battlefield
to fight with might; we'll never yield.
We'll carry her with fervent vows
and tend her wounds when time allows.
Her cause may often be denied,
yet; faith unfurled... she flies with pride.
Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright June 18, 07
S1 L4 with heartfelt flair
S4 L1 She's dampened
S4 L2 and twisted
S6 L1 Our soldiers
S6 L4 they'll never yield
S7 L1 They'll carry her
*A line from The Star Spangled Banner