I was swayed by your ancestors in 1775 <br />A country under God is what I symbolized <br />And I saw men laid to rest in the ground <br />But I was waved high in old Yorktown <br />Those English cannons tore up my seams <br />Still, the soldiers looked at me with dreams <br /> <br />Your grand daddy carried me in ‘43 <br />His courage fought hard for me <br />His hat dropped when he’d see me wave <br />He’d put his hand on his heart for the home of the brave <br />Marching in his boots underneath the bombed trees <br />He went through hell to protect me <br /> <br />The day he died, I was put in your grandma’s lap <br />In her arms, I felt a tight, firm wrap <br />When she passed, you looked in my direction <br />You found in me a strong connection <br />You look at me each day of your life <br />And remember the men who sacrifice <br /> <br />I am what you make of me, nothing more <br />Yes, I’ve been to distant shores <br /> I’ve been worn as a soldier’s cape <br />And I’ve been worn as a soldier’s drape <br />Wherever there’s honor, look to me <br />With your hand on your heart in the land of the free<br /><br />Whitney Albright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-of-the-brave-2/
