It was a dreary weekend with the threat of snow for days. The skies were blue grey with a hint of green thrown in to really make you wonder what you were seeing. The familiar sight of Old Glory in front of the bare magnolia made me stop and take notice. I was captured by the tattered flag waving in the wind, a patriotic symbol for all to see in the vast landscape of farmland, still grabbing my attention because of its battered beauty. I think I appreciate it even more for its strength of standing time and still holding the promise of tomorrow. I wonder what inspiration I will see tomorrow, hummmm....
Friday, January 7, 2011
Tattered Flag
It was a dreary weekend with the threat of snow for days. The skies were blue grey with a hint of green thrown in to really make you wonder what you were seeing. The familiar sight of Old Glory in front of the bare magnolia made me stop and take notice. I was captured by the tattered flag waving in the wind, a patriotic symbol for all to see in the vast landscape of farmland, still grabbing my attention because of its battered beauty. I think I appreciate it even more for its strength of standing time and still holding the promise of tomorrow. I wonder what inspiration I will see tomorrow, hummmm....
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