Patriotism

Lost and Found

It was only a small piece of cloth that I spied on the ground during my morning amble.  Covered with mud, 2 x 3 maybe, but I spied a recognizable combination of colors.  I bent down for a closer view and tenderly lifted up the little piece of cloth and brought it home.

At home, I rinsed the mud off and delighted in seeing that it was what I had thought it to be. ---- a flag.  Yea, a little one, but still the proud symbol of our beloved land, discarded or accidentally lost by some small child, no doubt.

Such a small flag to represent such a big country but no matter what its size, it is precious, especially now that our brave young men and women are dying in a foreign land to preserve our freedoms.  After it dries, I trim the loose threads and pick a spot for it to rest, in honor and respect for what it stands for and as a reminder of the cost we are paying – day by day.

 Nancy Judd, IL