“Along" the street there comes
A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,
A flash of colour beneath the sky.
The flag is passing by!
Blue and crimson and white it shines,
Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines.
The colours before us fly;
But more than the flag is passing by.
Sign of a nation, great and strong,
To ward her people from foreign wrong;
Pride and glory and honour, all
Live in the colours to stand or fall.
The poet talks about his country's soldiers marching on the street. They are carrying their flags. The poet wants his people to respect the flag and feel proud. The feelings of the poet are the same for all the people through out the world.