21. Half-Staff
Today our flag is flying low
as teardrops stain its cloth,
mourning yet another day
so many lives were lost.
Today our flag is flying low
as teardrops stain its cloth,
mourning yet another day
so many lives were lost.
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Analysis of Form and Technique
I remember
Planes flying low
Smoke from the towers
Cries from the injured
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Why must mothers say goodbye?
Every time children die -
The angels cry.
I woke up to see the bright Connecticut sky.
My mom came in with a holiday twinkle in her eye.
She helped me get dressed and the morning flew by.
Dedicated to the victims of Sandy Hook Elementary
They were the ones who made us smile
And blessed our lives for a very short while.
When I just even glance at the American Flag, I feel a surge of pride.
The stripes and stars gleam in the morning as we put it up to rise outside.
I think of the people long ago fighting for our rights.
Blood starts drippin' from the soldier's wound
Seeps like sewage 'neath the politician's room
Deep in the house, white fades to red
Very nice poetry. I am overwhelmed. The poet is great who understand teary and hearty feelings of the people towards our great soldiers.