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By Roland E. Williams
I recall seeing it for the first time
A sign of bad news
The infamous red flag flying so high
As far away as that which it stood for
Something is out there, dad said briskly
And it was. The night was to tell its tale
Unendingly long and hot and restless
And wheezing
Filled with squeaks and thuds and whistling winds
A tired boy lay there listening in awe
But smiling
For all within his sight were safe
