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Let Them Fly


Every morning at the beginning of class

We all rise and stand as a mass

Pledging to our country's flag

But for many, it can become such a drag

 To realize that we won't pledge any more

Because it's our senior year and time for us to soar

After high school, we no longer stand

And no one even raises a hand

Every day of the year I fly a flag high

 Hoping to get others to comply 

That they can fly a flag in the sky wherever they are

This concept may seem bizarre

But on my Jeep, you'll even see

That red, white, and blue flys high with me

 

 

 

 

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