The flag waved at the people as they drove by.
He stands still as people honor him.
Everyone watched the flag stand proudly.
No one can make him come down from his thrown.
There he sits and salutes us rain or shine.
He warns us when bad weather is coming
so we can run and take cover.
He is our flag and he is proud,
and we are proud of him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem