I sit here,
still,
waiting for a wind.
A breeze, a gust,
anything.

I see my friends,
worn out,
war torn.
But I, I sit here,
still, bored.

I sway,
sometimes,
when students pass.
But the breeze soon fades,
it never lasts.

But of everything,
what keeps me going,
is when they pledge their allegiance to me.
It makes me proud to wear these colors,
and represent my great country.

I may be sad,
to be a flag,
that sits inside all day.
But I will always be proud,
to represent the U.S.A.