Senior Jack Otto Writes Patriotic Poem "Freedom Flies"






Jack Otto, ‘15

“Freedom Flies”


Blowing in the wind is her 13 stripes

Dark blue cloth behind stars that are white,

In Arlington Cemetery over a fallen hero’s grave

Look from a distance and you’ll see her colors wave,

On a working man’s porch in the mid-summer heat

On a highway to Wisconsin on the back of a jeep,

Down in South Texas she flies high on the farm

To terrorists and tyrants she’s a frightening alarm.

In the corner of a classroom she hangs on the wall

Where we fold her up tightly and don’t let her fall.

In a third-world country she’s a sign of hope

Like watching a soldier with food sliding down on a rope.

A light shines upon her on a ship out to sea

As she makes her way back to the place men are free.

The Statue of Liberty was built in her name

But that is not the only monument that has earned her fame.

Like a trumpet’s call early morning on a base

Or her colors held up after a tough Olympic race;

Like a kid in the summer jumping into a lake

Or the smell of apple pie just freshly baked;

Like sparklers and fireworks on the 4th of July

O’er Six Flags Great America on a roller coaster ride;

Like lightning bugs and stars on a hot summer night;

Like a soldier in uniform running back to the fight;

From her wide skies to her rolling plains

To the monument of men who all signed their names.

There is nothing to hate, she’s a beauty I swear,

The land of opportunity where all are treated fair--

We the people, a democracy of men,

So stand up and salute ‘cause this we’ll defend.

And when I die and I’m taken above

I pray I see this land, this nation that I love.

And when I grow old no matter what I do

I’ll never be afraid to fly that Red, White and Blue.