JULY

 JULY 

a poem by MAY AIKEN 

JULY FOURTH, when the big flag lay 
Ready to celebrate the day, 
"Barbara Frietchie" I became, 
And faced the enemy's deadly aim 
At my attic window. But I heard a cry 

Of "Fire!"- and saw a sword close by

 Of Stonewall Jackson, his steed astride,- 

Well, I meant to have waved my flag and cried:

"Shoot, if you must, this old gray head."-

 But I hid inside the flag, instead!

References;

1. St. Nicholas July 1908