"Tears for the Brave"

Tears for the Brave

I sat there late one night, looking out of my window.
Watching the American flag flying at half-mast,
across an empty field.
A day of mourning, it had been.

It had been raining heavily all day.

Now it was dark and still slightly raining.
A light was shining upwards onto the flag.
Illuminating it in the darkness of night.
The rain saturated her as she waved back and forth.

Something caught my eye, something unusual.

It was as if she was crying, the water flicking off her ends.
I sat there in awe and watched over and over
As the tears flowed down her stripes
and disappeared into the darkness of night.

Tears began to flow down my cheeks.

Thinking of all of our children past, present, and future generations.
That protects this great nation with their lives.
It saddened my heart as I watched her cry.
The pain and sorrow that this nation has endured throughout history.

I See Those Tears She Sheds!

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Awarded for support of the Word Pictures Contest and for an emotional and powerful poem!