How proud we are of our country
And what it has always stood for
Old Glory flying high and proud
Began when folks hit the shore
With love for the newfound land
Our ancestors grew crops with pride
They built a simple life
With their horses right by their side
With grit and grime they worked the fields
Toil and sweat made them their own
They scratched out a living for their families
Built a place that they could call home
As sunrise turns to sunset
Let’s give thanks for our home and our land
Remember who carved out our country
And our freedom for which Old Glory stands!
Marilyn Lott
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-glory-pride/
