Old Glory Poem by Jon M. Nelson

It waves over the nation so proud and true,
The majestic colors of red, white, and blue.
It’s been through war, it’s been through hell,
And still the colors have not fell.

A symbol of freedom, a symbol of glory,
If it could speak….One heck of a story.
It may be flown, and it may be hung,
Yet it’s song will always be sung.

Since the birth of our nation, to the present day,
It’s been symbolic of the American way.
Men have fought and many have died,
To defend and protect this symbol of pride.

Some gave their all, but all gave some,
So this symbol could wave for generations to come.
Blood, sweat, and tears were shed for this flag,
So that on the ground it would never drag.

So salute with pride and show respect,
And proudly remember those who’ve died to protect.
Reminisce on this nation’s proud history,
Every time you gaze upon Old Glory!