Whenever I see our beautiful flag flying,
I get a catch in my throat.
I can't help but think how very blessed we all are.
That we are blessed to live beneath her colors.
To me, she is a beacon of Hope.
a safe place we call Home.
For wherever her colors are flying overhead,
we know that
some one's daughter and son are, at this moment, watching out for us.
They are far from home...
and looking up at that flag,too.
It's their beacon of hope and a safe place
they call Home.
While we celebrate, wherever our flag is flying,
it is a safe place called
Happy Independence Day!