Standards & Practices

Read this like a stolen passage. 
Plagiarized within my message 
is the wheel of steel I ride on,
right up front. I’m just a guidon, 
a lightning rod absorbing shocks 

as time flies by on ticking clocks.

I guide on high. I rely on my guidon 
to be by my side. It provides what men died on 
behalf of. The staff of my standard stands tall for me, 
offering all those who call, a glimpse of what you see.