oh, hermit, hermit thrush
I can't ever remember your tune
it
exists
outside of time
seemingly
without rhyme
and of
incoherent rhythm,
and yet haunting . . .
with a pathos
that no human could ever compose
because we can't know
the lonely crag
the bleak winter
the solitary canyon bolders
far below
within the grove
of rotting mountain trees
away from home.

You weep
for a time that
can't be
without you
without me
it has to have
the connection
of the sadness
the forelorn journey
to a far away hillside
where used to be's
have piled up
like mounds of snow
that were plowed away . . . 
so many weekdays
dreaming of her in the far away,
holds a dear thought,
the hope that, yes, he will be home
but he doesn't come.

Oh lonely bird
when fathers and friends have fled the fields and fallow forests.
Giant trees grow tall and green within that scene of glorious
sunset takes a long time waiting for them to come back
the lonely song
of that Hermit Thrush
solitary wonderer,
he sees the world and weeps for all the sarrows
of every creature
midnight rain
3 AM car ride
fleeing fear
apposatives written with crayon on a latex painted wall.

Oh lonely day of not living the dream but giving in the fear
that Hermit Thrush has it's haunt
upon that branch or perche or ledge,
he doesn't get any awards for composition
and no one, no one, could ever imitate him.

If you could speak the langugae of birds, 
not just listen
and you understood the stories that get told
by such birds
straight to the soul
where we always understand such forelorn longings
for kin and kind and kitchen sauces kooked by keeping vigilence konstant.

He waits there for dad.
That bird sings.
He's now in the very far away.

Years go by.
He's gone to some other mountain.
He hears that same kind of bird.
It entweets it rapid arpeggios
of whortling a-rythmic solo
like a master tenor.

It's that same bird
I'm in the same place
I'll never do that to my little boy.

He bounds up the steps.
He scoops his son into his arms.
He says 'lets get a lot less lonely. I shouldn't
leave family waiting in the cold.'

Later in that boy's life, when he's old
and his dad is sadly in the grave
he'll hear a hermit thrust twortlling song
and always be reminded
of the joy of family
and the importance of doing what you say you will
for them
like his father did for him and them.

Well, as you can see, I still have some issues with the layout. I'll leave it as an exercise to layout the stars correctly. If you were also going to make a 'real' depiction for Historical purposes you need to worry about the orientation and shape (the exact shape) of the star. It's not good enough if you get the numbers wrong. Or if you made a particularly different star.

So, as you can see, mine is not a perfect depriction of the Virigina battle flag (I am sure that there is a proper name for it). But, as you can see, students of graphic design would allow you to study these layouts, discover how and why they are broken, and provide for a better, and more understandible idiom. The current crypto-methods of CSS are almost a form encrypted concept (a sentence that needs to be rewritten; a kitten, never bitten; the voter smitten).

exercise: have the word 'censorship' show up in giant block letters behind the St Andrews Cross, so that the graphic seems to say 'no censorship'

exercise: fix the issues with the copyright notice showing up on the top of it all.

exercise: using the hover motification algorithm and few lines of code write an interface that will allow for the hovering over the hoverbox and changing the img elements, in mass, to make the 'white star' any bitmap at all.

exercise: Write an essay taking an anti-censorship point of view concerning graphic design. If someone took your design and modified it to include hateful graphics it is the someone who does that who must answer for his/her behavior. But in the real world of censorship litigious often target anyone within the design chain. rigourous support of the first ammendenment is encouraged. Hate and race baiting will be condemned. And litigious ought to know the difference and stop with their war against emblemming that they don't like.

Creativity ought not be styfled by the agendas of fussy agenda-mongering governance, and bully boy censorships. There are very real hardships that many people will experience because an emblem has suddenly been 'banned' by governance seemingly out of sight, and without any real authority of, for or by the people. If this is the start, what next? What other colors or emblems will be suddenly banned, web site disigns suddenly 'forbidden' to meet the cause of just : "do was we say, not as we do". No. an emblem should not be made a taboo at the whim of agenda-mongers in a capital city or an ivory tower place. no. Next they will target clothing considered 'gangsta', or jackets and emblems worn by motorcyle enthusiasts, many of whom have very distinct and provocative embleming. Next it will be union emblems, or the Union Jack (very many people take offense to that as an emblem), or whatever emblem some powerful fussy unknown so deems as 'offensive'. So don't accept that the Virginia Battle flag was such a horrible thing. The real goal of some is that there should be no emblems but theirs.