Our Flag
By Kay Baluta

When I see our flag waving in the wind and sun I can hear the echo of our fallen heroes laying silent in their graves,

telling us what the flag meant to them. Each white star is a state where they came from. The red stripe is their blood that they shared for everyone. The white stripes are the white in the eyes of the enemy they would meet.

The blue stripe is the blue sky up above they watched when they were wounded and no longer on their feet. When my days here on Earth are done,

The flag will still be proudly waving in the wind and sun.