Old Glory

Old Glory
Where bleak shadows lay sleep
and bullets fill the air,
Old Glory begins to weep
for her children no longer care.

Where many hearts salute,
Where many souls are free,
Even more forget their roots,
but, they never seem to see.

We must be true and proud,
and have our spirits soar.
Shout it to the crowd
and remember the soldiers before.

For when we forget our past
uncertainty lies tommorow.
The nation could never last
When Old Glory's left in sorrow.

Old Glory is our history,
Our symbol through and through.
Freedom is what it means to me.
What does it mean to you?

By Jessica Anne Wiggins, 14 years old, Kenai, Alaska