Written by Alexandrea Ann Reed, 12 years old
(Sandra Reed's granddaughter)
Red, White, and Blue.
I wish they had yellow too.
People take off their hats,
Young, old, skinny, and fat,
To honor our flag which flies.
It flies in the breeze,
It flies in the rain.
It flies for the people, who suffered the pain,
While people are singing about our pride,
Some are thinking of those who died.
For when we come together we really don't care,
About the color, the size, or the big hair.
We think like one, we act...