I hope you’l read this poem and its reflections on history from John Evans.
Ah, but the fragrance of love in the night
A gentle sweeping curve of ardor
A love gently returned, softly, sweetly
The thrill so joyous as to savor each moment
Your eyes of grateful expression, light up
As your sensitivity embedded upon my palate
Leaves me no choice but to love you so much more!
Reminiscing of the night before
A journey we embarked upon decades ago
Together, in the spirit of the great American Revolution
Boston lives because of courage, we know this!
And out from the cover of darkness, we rise
This city, all that the spirit of freedom desires, is
To be free.
To others, we marvel, and to the questions of “why?”
Have we forgotten this siege?
And Bunker Hill just fades into our oblique memories
No! I shall not let her go!
For the fear, the courage, the bravery
The victories, and loss…
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