Ellis Island Flag + July 4th.


While I was in NYC with my friends, we spent some time at Ellis Island.  We got to walk the same floors that immigrants walked as they began their new lives.  The flag was a quiet reminder of why they sailed across the seas.


The Flag
Author: Baxter Black
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the flag
That flew over Valley Forge
Was torn in two by the gray and the blue
And bled through two world wars.

I give you the flag that burned in the street
In protest, in anger and shame,
The very same flag that covered the men
Who died defending her name.

We now stand together, Americans all,
Either by choice or by birth
To honor the flag that’s flown on the moon
And changed the face of the earth.

History will show this flag stood a friend
To the hungry, the homeless and lost
That a mixture of men as common as clay
Valued one thing beyond cost.

And they’ve signed it in blood from Bunker Hill
To Saigon and Toko Ri.
I give you the flag that says to the world
Each man has a right to be free.

All writing *excluding poem* and photos property of LoneStarLifer 2010.

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Eve of the 4th.


In honor of July 4th, Miss Liberty.

Three years ago, I got to take a fab trip to NYC with friends.  We spent time with Miss Liberty and Ellis Island.

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she

With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

A poem by Emma Lazarus is graven on a tablet within the pedestal on which the statue stands.

All writing and photos property of LoneStarLifer 2010.


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