Wave that flag
Proudly marching down Main Street In Conyngham, Pa
with my Brownie Troop all carrying our miniature red,
white and blue, dressed in our brown uniforms wearing
bobby socks and saddle shoes.
Parents smiling waving us on as a
drum corps kept the beat, sunshine
made the march blissful & hopeful
oblivious to future marches of discord &
protests, heads held high marking
us
as
women
with
purpose.
13 thoughts on "Wave that flag"
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Nice!! I read this outloud right away.
Really a great statement here, with your personal story.
Perfect use of line breaks at the end!
Thanks Tabitha!
I can see you doing it! ❤️
The shape of this poem really works!
Thanks I tried!
Thanks! Wish I could have been there today but am in pain today.
I like how you’ve shaped it into a flag!
Thank you Chelsie! Poets on here are inspiring!
Nicely done poem all around, Linda. I’ve been to Conyngham many times!
Wow! It’s a small town!
Oh, I remember saddle shoes! Had to wear them to be cool. Linda, I love the sentiment in the poem as well as the visuals. It’s often hard to combine the two, but you have done is so well!
Well I had a great mentor! Thanks!
Love this. Love the through line of marching with purpose.