An American Girl
It doesn’t hurt so much to see it now.
It is better…
as it waves– hello– goodbye.
Moving… always in motion,
here… where the incessant wind blows.
It will never mean all it once did to me
when it was hurled high, unfurling as it rose.
I, standing at attention, my little hand raised in salute.
My heart racing, quietly screaming,
“I’m free, see, I’m free!
It is better,
constantly moving on the wind.
My heart aches less at the shame we’ve allowed;
as the one time symbol of my and the world’s
personal freedom hope and pride dances with the wind.
Changed; I now know that only a People
can make a little girl’s heart move
to salute and cry out, “See, see my Flag?! See?! I’m Free! I’m Free!”
Only a People who are not blown by any wind.
Only a People ever vigilant of little girls’ freedoms…..
Copyright 2008 by JD Adam