Our Flag Poem by Joe Filipiak

I've flown high on poles
on hills over towns;
stood watch next to headstones
on green hallowed grounds.

Accompanied the brave
to their final resting place;
draped their coffins
until lowered in their space.

I've been handed to family
of veterans who died;
a memorable keepsake
of honor and pride.

I've flown half-staff,
I've lead parades;
I've been shot with cannons
and hit by grenades.

I fly high and proud
on installations,
in consulates and embassies
in foreign nations.

In churches and schools
and shopping malls,
on baseball fields
and in Legion halls.

I am not clothing.
I am not a rag.
I am not something
you disrespect and scrag.

I am a symbol of freedom
all over the world;
flown with pride,
a flag unfurled.

So face me when
the anthem is played;
stand and salute
so your respect is displayed.