Sonnet of Spirit of Old Glory

by Hartley Atkins


Behold the eagle spreads its wings

Hearken, hear O trumpets call!

It urgently soars with the winds

What now, what next, to befall

 

Cowards flinch, they shirk to fight

None on a ship or on the shore

Brave men ready with all their might

Such love of country can’t be more

 

For in the balance, freedom hangs

That, they sacrificed to defend

Our hopes and dreams, still in hands

When those battles came to an end

 

And Spirit of Old Glory was revealed

By brave men in heaven, on that field

 

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