Traveler's Past..
Snapping and cracking
On the clearest cold day
With colors arranged
In the most orderly array
Shamelessly high
Red, white , and blue
Proud are they showing
Whipping in view
They understood
What was your mind
As you passed by
On your travelers find
Some thought how beautiful
Others said "my my"
Few didn't notice
As they passed by
Those colors were bright
Big, bold, and proud
Flared ancient warriors
Shouting out loud
Come ride with me
My native son
Come ride with Forrest
Battle not done
All come and join us
Who were thought lesser men
Your part of this nation
Oh how we sinned
Join our great cause
We all are now one
Hope of our nation
You brother’s mother’s son
Keep our colors flying
Don't take them down
At a "Traveler's Rest"
Where they can be found.....
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