The Flag at My Doorstep
By
John I. Blair
First thing I greet as I step out
To get my morning paper
And last to meet when I come home:
Old Glory’s draped beneath my eaves,
Day and night, by sun, moon, stars,
In midday heat or evening dew.
It may appear a patriotic shout
Or reactionary flaunt;
It’s neither of those things.
I’m just a free American
Who wants the world to know
It’s my flag too.
©2004 John I. Blair
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