love my backyard.... live on the edge of a weather "ridge"... weather differs from my house to the town over... anyway... tonights sunset... followed by lighting and rain shortly after dark
I have been a silent witness
to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hour comes
when I am torn into strips and used as bandages
for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I fly at half-mast to honor my soldiers,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms
of a grieving mother
at the graveside of her fallen son.