Who’ll Fold the Flag?
By Cheryl Sproat Huston

An old veteran walked slowly to a
school one day,
And he stopped to rest and watch the
children play.
They looked at him for a moment, then
went on with their game.,
And he wondered to himself, would it
have been the same?
If we hadn’t fought and paid Freedom’s
price,
What would their lives be like without
our sacrifice?
A younger veteran soon joined him
there on the lawn,
He walked with a limp and one arm was
gone.
He looked at the old man and said with
a smile,
“I like to come watch them every once
in a while.
The battles we fought were a long way
from them,
But for the sake of these kids, I’d do it
again.
The old veteran said, “you know I
would too,
But young man, there’s something we’
ve got to do.
We have to teach them while we have
a way
That there’s more to life than just
parties and play.
We have to teach them honor and
pride,
And about the price paid in blood by
the ones who have died.
If we don’t share what we know while
we have the chance,
Who’ll teach them the paths that the
warriors dance?
A life without purpose is no life at all,
They’ve got know what they stand for if
they’re going to stand tall.
If we don’t take the time to pass our
legacy on,
Then who’ll fold the flag when the last
veteran is gone?