I saw a flag the wind had tattered
No one to care or think it mattered!
Wind torn and faded stripes were flapping
Pale stars upon dim blue were napping!
I wondered if a bugle blowing,
Would rouse our country to bestowing…
Upon our flag more true devotion;
And stir our hearts with real emotion!
Forgotten there, so bravely flying
A symbol worn, but never dying!
A challenge! to a nation sleeping
A loyal sentry, Watch is keeping!…
Edna R. Zunino
This is a shot of a veteran that marched in a Memorial Day parade s few years ago in Bentleyville, Pa.