Veterans Day Poem

I found this poem in the old scrape book and thought it was appropriate!

It came out in the Indianapolis News - way back when.

The Service Flag

Dear little flag in the window there;

Hung with a tear and a woman's prayer;

Child of Old Glory born with a star-

Oh, what a wonderful flag you are.

Blue is your star in it's fields of white,

Dipped in the red that was born of fight;

Born to the blood that our forbears shed.

To raise your mother, The Flag, o'er head.

And now you've come, in this frenzied day;

To speak from a window - to speak and say,

"I am the voice of a soilder son,

Gone to be gone till the victory's won.

I am the flag of the Service, son;

The flag of his mother, I speak for her

Who stands by my window and waits and fears,

But hides from the other her unwept tears.

I am the Flag of the wives who wait,

For the safe return of a martial mate,

A mate gone forth where the war gods thrives

To save from sacrifice other men's wives.

I am the Flag of the sweethearts true;

The often unthought of - the sisters, too.

I am the flag of a mother's son

And won't come down 'till the victory's won.

Dear little flag in the window there,

Hung with a tear and a woman's prayer;

Child of Old Glory, born with a star

Oh, what a wonderful flag you are.