Twas the week before flags go out, at Southwest Rotary, 
Volunteers were bustling about, with energy contrary.

Thirty-five to forty strong, organized in teams with care,
Fifteen neighborhoods they'd serve, their spirit rare.

Flags were fixed to poles, rolled neat and tight,
Loaded in trucks with all their might.

Off they went, to homes and businesses,
To place the flags with cheerfulness.

Come September eleventh, another crew would rise,
To gather flags with careful eyes.

Fifteen teams, again they'd go,
To retrieve the flags, a thankful show.

Why serve? The question hung in the air,
Road to College, Optimists, and Rotarians declare,

"We serve our community, with hearts sincere,
For education, family, and causes we hold dear."

Mr. Robles, with a smile so bright,
Reminded all to photo the sight.

"Flags must never touch the ground," he'd say with pride, 
As volunteers carried out their task with stride.

So let us honor those who serve, with grateful hearts and cheer,
As flags fly high, a symbol of hope, throughout the year.

Written by Club Poet, Jack Browne