Poems about the Flag Ladies


One Tuesday Morning

One Tuesday morning,
the sky, so blue,
the birds, so singing,
the lucky, so few

who worked in the Towers,
who knew them as Twins,
who loved them as brothers
who swayed in their winds.

One day in September,
so common, so bland,
the subway, so crowded,
the living, so crammed

who jumped from the windows,
who lurched at the sound,
who turned to their neighbors
and sailed to the ground

One morning in summer,
with Autumn, so close,
and Winter’s approaching,
but nobody knows

who goes to the Station,
who starts up the car,
who goes up for breakfast,
who stops at a bar.

One day in a thousand,
the sunrise, so bride,
the husbands, so laughing,
but lovers who've died,

who flew through the windows
and turned into rain,
have turned into ashes
and burst into flame.

One soul in a million,
so vivid, his color,
so wondrous, her eyes,
how Father the Mother

by lunchtime so widow,
by dinner, so black,
her children, so orphan,
her Nation, attacked.

One Tuesday morning,
the sky, so bright,
The Towers, so beauty,
he future, so Light;

By evening, so darkness,
by nightfall, so pain.
But sunrise, so Glory,
was coming again.

One day in September,
one day in the Fall,
one day for ten years,
one day for us All:

Three Ladies, one Banner,
in three colors dressed,
have stood on that corner,
One Nation, so blessed.

By Walter Skold
2 days after D-Day,
a week before Flag Day

A Salute To The Freeport Flag Ladies

Since 9/11 they’ve bid farewell…
To those who part from us…
And wish them all a safe return…
To the land “In God We Trust”!

They also meet those who return…
As if they were their own…
Greeting them with open arms…
And shouts of “welcome home!”

These patriots who do this task…
Love their country dear…
And honor those who serve it…
And profess it very clear!

If you asked each one their reason…
Just why they do this deed?
They’d tell you very quickly…
Because they see a need!

The troops they say goodbye to…
Or greet when they come back…
Appreciate their kindness…
And that’s a simple fact!

And they’re not about to stop…
At what they do so well…
Until our troops come home…
Which for now… is hard to tell!


By, Bob Beskar 9-1-09
Vietnam War Veteran

This poem was written for, and dedicated to, all
the members of the “Freeport Flag Ladies” who
are true patriots, for their unending service and
support of our fighting troops!

The Freeport Flag Ladies

With heads held high and flags unfurled,
The Freeport Flag Ladies stand
To ho
nor country and our troops
And give a grateful hand.

They ask no payment for their time
Their service side by side
Because it is their way to show
That Freedom has not died.

They great our troops, who take their leave
To battlefields beyond
And, stand and wait for those who've been
And now are coming home.

They give a hug or say a word
To let our soldiers know
That they are heroes in our eyes
To them a debt we owe.

For those of us, who send them off
Not knowing if we'll see
Another glimpse of that dear face
That goes to keep us free.

A final gift, these ladies give
A joyful, sweet surprise
We see that loved one once again
In pictures of goodbyes.

To them we owe a special thanks
To us this gift they gave
More precious than a heart can speak
A memory to save.

Written by the grandparents of a hero
July 3, 2009
Lou Ann Overtaon

With Flag in Hand


Red, white and blue runs through their veins

A flag grasp firm in hand

They walk each Tuesday to Main Street

Their way to voice their stand.


Emotion and loss filled their hearts

On that bright September day

With heads bent low, they watched the crash

Not knowing what to say.


So many died in needless ways,

Their lives by terror claimed.

So many innocent people,

Where should we lay the blame.


Terror has a young man’s face,

He thinks his God will cheer.

But what of innocent families,

Who lost those so dear.


Men and women died that day,

Some held their children’s hands.

They hadn’t planned to leave,

But fate was in command.


Police and fire tried their best,

They could not save them all.

They entered both the buildings,

There for duties call.


We can’t forget the sacrifice,

So many people made.

We know deep in our hearts,

Their memories shouldn’t fade.


Two women on the coast of Maine,

Still march for those who died.

And America marches with the,

Flags held by their side.


Keep walking on and do not think,

That people do not see.

That you are real Americans,

The kind we all should be.


Kate Komich

September 9, 2002