With honor I can stand, salute the flag,
feel happy that I live where we are free.
I can be humble if I wish, or brag
of lands that lie in splendor by the sea.
I can condemn or praise our president
as he proceeds with plans not guaranteed.
I may support his cause without comment
or bellow loudly that I’ve disagreed.
And as I worship in my church of choice
on Sundays when the sun breaks out to shine,
I pray with gratitude as I rejoice
to claim this costly freedom that is mine.
May Glory ever wave atop her stand
in every yard across my country land.
© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols
Freeda Baker Nichols 
I’m catching up on my reading so this is late, but I had to tell you how much I love your poem. It expresses our wonderful freedoms beautifully. And yes, may Old Glory long wave.
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Thanks, Dorothy!
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Love this Freeda and feel exactly the same way.
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Thanks, Martha. We stand united!
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Something I praise God for every day!…May we keep what has been so hard fought for us!…and stand proud to be called an American!…
Can youtell…I loved your poem!
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Thanks, Marilyn! Your comment means a lot.
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May our flag wave forever, may we have our freedom always.
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Yes! We are truly blessed with freedom. We must never take it for granted.
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