I saw a flag the wind had tattered
No one to care or think it mattered!

Wind torn and faded stripes were flapping
Pale stars upon dim blue were napping!

I wondered if a bugle blowing,
Would rouse our country to bestowing...

Upon our flag more true devotion;
And stir our hearts with real emotion!

Forgotten there, so bravely flying
A symbol worn, but never dying!

A challenge! to a nation sleeping
A loyal sentry, Watch is keeping!

Edna R. Zunino
Circa 1940