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There underneath the broken toys, the seasoned flag did lay.

A curious man stopped by, before the trash machine arrived, What is that under the toys? Can this flag be revived?

Attached to the cord from Old Glory’s top, an eagle caught his eye, The bird and the flag permanently attached, as friends they would survive.

The man looked them over with a tear in his eye, How could anyone toss out such a symbol of life?

“A new home awaits you,” Old Glory was told, As the man shook off dirt and did carefully fold.

Once home, the flag safe, the man told his wife, Of the story of finding this symbol of life.

They cried as they thought of how proudly it waved, At the home of another and what joy that it gave.

They found the right place to display this seasoned one, Now Old Glory stands tall, gently waving in the sun.