Friday, June 14th is Flag Day. The Town of Darien will be observing the day at 6:30pm at the Veterans’ Memorial Circle in front of Town Hall. A brief ceremony will be held, where an old flag will be ceremoniously lowered, and a new one will be raised. The flag-folding ceremony will be the same one used at the Air Force Academy, explaining what each fold of the flag means. Expected to participate are members of Darien Post 6933 Veterans of Foreign Wars, DAR and boys and girls from Darien’s Scouting programs.
The public is invited to this rain-or-shine event, and all are encouraged to bring their old flags to the ceremony, to turn them in for proper disposal by the Darien VFW. If folks cannot attend the event, please feel free to drop old flags off at the VFW any day after 2pm, or at Town Hall’s Front Desk.
(photo caption) Dave Polett, Vice Chairman of the Monuments and Ceremonies Commission, was part of a team that replaced the old and worn flags on the Noroton Avenue I-95 overpass on May 22nd, in preparation for Memorial Day. Dave’s team also replaced the twin flags at the Kiwanis monument at the downtown train station on the Post Road.
The following poem will be read at the ceremony.
I am your Flag
I was born on June 14th, 1777.
I am more than just cloth shaped into a design.
I am the refuge of the World’s oppressed people.
I am the silent sentinel of Freedom.
I am the emblem of the greatest nation on earth.
I am the inspiration for which American
Patriots gave their lives and fortunes.
I have led your sons into battle from Valley Forge
to the bloody swamps of Viet Nam.
I walk in silence with each of your Honored Dead,
to their final resting place beneath the
silent White Crosses, row upon row.
I have flown through Peace and War, Strife and
Prosperity, and amidst it all I have been respected.
My Red Stripes . . . symbolize the blood spilled
in defense of this glorious nation.
My White Stripes . . . signify the burning
tears shed by Americans who lost their sons.
My Blue Field. . . is indicative of God’s
heaven under which I fly.
My Stars . . . clustered together, unify
50 States as one, for God and Country.
“Old Glory” is my nickname,
and proudly I wave on high.
Honor me, respect me, defend me with
your lives and your fortunes.
Never let my enemies tear me down from my
lofty position, lest I never return.
Keep alight the fires of patriotism, strive
earnestly for the spirit of democracy.
Worship Eternal God and keep His commandments,
and I shall remain the bulwark of peace
and freedom for all mankind.
I am your Flag.