CrispAutumn frost biting noses and toes as
Areverent assemblage awaits the occasion.
Noanger or protest, no mock revolution,
Justlove and respect for the symbol at hand.
Youngmen in uniform move briskly with purpose
Totender the flame’s resolute preparation.
Theygather their linens, all tattered and worn,
Theemblem of liberty throughout the land.
Instaid ceremony, a crisp call to order,
Acalm benediction of gentle persuasion.
“Theline forms right here
Tobring forth your banners”
Toplace on the pyre through the dirge of the band.
Istand at attention, hat in hand.
Myeyes are aghast with the realization
Theflame purifies, sanctifies, canonizes
Inways nary a soul will misunderstand.