Faye Sizemore


I saw him sittin’ there as I passed by
Something about him caught my eye
You could tell just an old soldier waitin’
Relaxed sittin’ alone on a stone bench
Just content watchin’ the flag wavin’
Must be his cronies are all dead and gone
Today he spends most of his time alone
Watchin’ Old Glory wave from the pole in the park
He spends most of his time there until dark
He remembers a time of glory gone on
When he was young and full of brawn,
‘forty four, he was a young man in that year
You could tell nothing still did he fear
Old glory’s waving softly from the flagpole
But he’s also sittin’ on the park bench over there
He is America’s glory, this glorious knight of old