Looking out the window at our American flag hanging limply
from a flag pole in the courtyard here at the Senior center.
Little breezes blowing whispers, moving it gently and deli-
cately, not quite unfurling it.
Giving it some exercise in this hot afternoon sun in Phoenix,
Arizona, proudly showing our heritage in the U.S.A.
Thinking about how it has flown through the years, being sal-
uted, loved, carried into every battle ever fought.
Pledging allegiance to our republic, freedom and American's
way of life that is blessed by God, Himself.
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