... the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night, that our Flag was still there... I am thankful to all of those who won this freedom for me.
This flag bears some resemblance to me. It is a bit worn, the colors are not a bright as when it was first raised, it holds scars of weathering storms, but you can visualize the whole; how like all of us in our own way. We can work, love, sing and play under the cover of freedom - no matter the storm.
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| the Flag that inspired the poem |
O say can you see by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
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