3 May 2012
The flag flies high Signalling the end of day. Fluttering gently in the wind As if in answer to the Bird's call- Left, right, left, right And still gently fluttering.
The wind dies, But the flag continues- It's pattern of leisurely motion: To and fro, to and fro The motion keeping to the beat of the cleverly timed drum.
The flag flutters to a stop- The armies halt in their march- People gaze in wonder- Up to that flag in the sky: A Light to lead us to our everlasting destiny.
5th January, 2011
The Flag Flies • Opuss № I