Rippling colours of blue, red and white
blow high in the westerly sky.
Soft clicking is heard coming from
far above, as the soft fibres of the flag
are blown in various directions.

What does it mean to be British?
Does one serve Queen and Country
without asking why?
Or does loyalty come second best
to lack of respect and laziness?

If you see the colours blowing around
in the mud, would you walk away?
Would you try in vain to catch them?
Wash, repair and return them to
their natural home, the high places in
the heavens?