Cowboy Colors

Cowboys will always wave flags.
It’s a nature of mature stature.
N’ere rodeo starts rolling; n’ere announcer retorting
before the arising Ole Glory.

We call it the grandest of entries:
The circling of colors on horseback.
Grandstands fill with standing; dads look commanding
as right arms devote their hearts.

Sweet prayer preludes and protects it.
Even the preteens respect it.
Moreso old vets; such stunning vignette:
Melted Pot joined as one family.

All standing proud, and forgiven,
together, we gather like children.
Oh beautiful…spacious! Stars ‘n Stripes wave!
Together we pray to be brave.

Sung, with a lump in tight throat,
a rare tear forming in eye,
hat in worn hand, head looking high,
praise God for rights to vote!

C Taylor, Jr.
06/03/2006

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