Our Flag

Submitted by Libby on Wed, 04/18/2018 - 05:10

When I awoke in the morning, my anxiety returned. Were the Americans still fighting? Was their flag, or the British flag standing? I was eager, yet frightened to know what had happened. Trying to see through the dawn with my own eyes proved to be a challenge, for I could strain them no longer. I earnestly hoped that the horrible, gruesome fight yesterday had not brought the Americans to surrender. Grabbing a spyglass from my pack, I returned to my post. I took a deep breath before I looked through it, fearing that the worst had come. Then I brought the glass up to my eye and tried to focus. My hands were shaking so it was hard to see—but suddenly I caught a glimpse of red and white stripes…then blue with dotted white…yes, it was our flag, still waving in the midst of all the smoke and bombs, proudly and bravely. It stood there, a banner defying the British, and I knew we were not lost!

Author's age when written

I wrote this as an English assignment several years ago, and found it just recently. I had meant to post it back then, but wasn't sure what others would think. I read it over, did a quick check for spelling, and here it is. This is based off of the "Star-Spangled Banner". Hope you enjoy!


This is great Libby! It takes me back to those days as if I were standing in Francis Scott Key's shoes. It makes me think of the second verse:

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner — O long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle

Thank you, James. I was hoping that I could do something of the sort, capturing what I thought was the mood of Francis Scott Key as he was held aboard the enemy's ship, awaiting the fate of the Americans. I'm glad you felt what I hoped to convey. Thanks so much!