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Subject: Re: OLD GLORY / Pendragon / c&c
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by: Will Donkey - Mon, 27 Feb 2023 18:18 UTC

On Saturday, June 20, 2015 at 12:16:08 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> A year and a half(ish) ago, I wrote and posted a poem called "SUMMER PATRIOTS." This poem is built upon a rejected line (l.3) which didn't fit the content or meter of the former:
>
> OLD GLORY
>
>
> Ev'ry heart paused to sigh when Old Glory passed by
> High above the parade ground she flew,
> And each boy and girl watched the wind catch her furl
> Setting fire to the May sky of blue.
> Then the soldiers would shoot off a twelve gun salute
> And we'd scramble to snatch a brass shell,
> A rambunctious galoot in my best Sunday suit
> With a poppy pinned on my lapel.
> I would strut 'cross the street to get something to eat
> At the open air barbecue pit,
> Crisp with french fries and chicken, my young heart would quicken
> Long beyond when the marchers had quit;
> For tho Spring's come and gone, that starred banner sails on
> O'er the mountain, the prairie, and sea.
> And I pray God on high that forever she'll fly
> High above our proud land of the free.

Kinda makes me wish that I lived in America. Hopefully they'll make Georgia a state some day.

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Re: OLD GLORY / Pendragon / c&c	Will Donkey