Ruth A. Black
"Old Glory," stoutly face the wind!
Wave proud, wave proud, wave proud!
You've weathered many an anxious storm,
But never have you bowed!
You've gone before the drummer boy,
You've rallied to the fight!
Never shrinking from the fray
A warrior's welcome sight!
Brave men who love their freedom most
Are those who fought for you
Bold symbol of a nation's will
Stand fast - Red, White and Blue!
Until the time when tyrants tire
Of war and peace is come
And every off spring of the earth
Knows "Liberty" has won!
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (Old Glory by Ruth A. Black )
- Haunted By You, Wilma Horne
- Descent Into Hate, Wilma Horne
- Friendship Fade Out, Wilma Horne
- Contradict, Fariza Nur Shabrina
- Common Sense, Fariza Nur Shabrina
- Love's Slow Death, Wilma Horne
- Door to the Mind, Fariza Nur Shabrina
- Traveler, Fariza Nur Shabrina
- Pockets Of Lace, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
- Not Just You, Fariza Nur Shabrina
Poem of the Day
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(13 September 1916 – 23 November 1990)
- Heather Burns
(16 April 1918 – 27 February 2002)