Old glory flying
Waving in the salty air
High above the shore
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In case you were wondering, I wrote this Haiku when I was at the beach a few weeks ago. There was a man who lived a couple of houses down from where we were renting. Each day he would put up and take down the flag, which was on a pole at the end of this wooden board walk that led to the beach. I would see that flag as it hung over the sand with the ocean crashing behind it, and it inspired this Haiku.
A Poetry Journey 