Here is another Flag poem that Dad wrote. Hope you enjoy reading it!!
"The Flag"

Our Flag, though it is made of cloth,
To me is something more.
The red stripe is the blood of men,
Who died on foreign shores.

The white stripe is the bandages,
That covered wounds and say.
The blue one, how they must have felt,
With loved ones far away.

The stars are the one's they must of seen,
At night as they lay there.
Knowing that another night,
They'd never, never share.

Now, how can we show disrespect,
For this Flag in the air.
As we think back, of all the men,
Who helped to put it there.

E.H. Coe 1973



Lyrics to "Your a Grand Old Flag"

You're a grand old flag
You're a high flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave.
You're the emblem of
The land that I love
The home of the free and the brave.
Ev'ry heart beats true
Neath the Red, White and Blue
Where there's never a boast or brag.
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.

Repeat

George M. Cohan 1906