The Flag

The following poem was written by Stacy Frank, Grade 8, for a school contest to win a flag that had flown over the U.S. Capitol. She won the prise for the best poem which was read into the Congressional Record during the second session of the 89th Congress.

This flag of red and white and blue, may not mean very much to you. But as for me this banner flies, and with its mighty voice it cries. Out to people far and near, to proclaim our freedom here.

A small beginning, I agree. But like the acorn to the tree. Thirteen states we had at first, but as our country grew, our thirst for land and freedom did not stop. That land did well; produced a crop for countries of the world to share. And then they knew our flag was fair.

And underneath this starry wing, foreign peoples help to sing the greatest story ever told, the story of our country bold.

Of its birth into the world. And of its wondrous flag unfurled. And over the world there ne'er will stand, the flag of any other land, that will mean as much to me, as this flag of liberty.

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