Gordon Jerome


The Flag - Poem by Gordon Jerome

Now travel with me back in time
as I tell you my story set to rhyme
I was born American proud and true
wearing its colors Red White and Blue
I crossed with Washington the Delaware
I have been seen in the Rockets Red glare
I have stood proud though tattered and torn
for this nations freedom for which I was born
I have weathered abuse through so many years
watched many a loved one shed too many tears
I was a Yankee when the South decided to rebel
and witnessed Lee's surrender as their colors fell
I rode with Teddys Rough Riders up top San Juan hill
many of those freedom fighters are lying there still
I was with our Doughboys in the trenches of France
and again watched our enemy give freedom a chance
I was on the Arizona during the Japanese sneak attack
and on Col. Dolittles Raiders as we paid Japan back
I watched as the Nazis surrendered their superior race
and on the Missouri when the Japanese gave up in disgrace
I was there to stop communism at the thirty eighth parallel
I covered our boys in Nam when they came home from that hell
I flew in Desert Storm to help drive the Iraqis from Kuwait
only to return a few years later to help seal Saddams fate
I have not won all my battles but never ran from a fight
I am the flag born of freedom and all things that are right.
'closing thought'
many have tried their very best to make these colors fall
but try as they might I am still standing tall


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010



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