Proud Patriots Of Boston Common

Upon their hearts proud Patriot’s share the grounds of Boston Common, remembering young Paul Revere low moonlight blazing almond, rode with his warnings sounding clear in midnights deepest sadness, his lanterns light that breathes the air and shines in freedoms gladness. Now in our bitter souls despair our liberties seem lessened, with wars that rage on foreign shores we ask the age old question; where do we plant the human seeds where children need not cower as we rebuild the sacred space where stood the fallen towers? What causes man to gain his strength, when death is all around him and violence seems to thread the weave that blinds him to his passion? What is the formula for love the chemistry of reason, the undiminished quest for peace elusive as the seasons? The lives we’ve lost at freedoms cost we count them as the hours and names we etch on marble graves embellished with our flowers. Memories of pain and loss pull our hearts with their tightened reins stopping us at the ribbons gate diminishing our gains. Through the marathons winding streets runs joy at Boston Common. The throngs stand cheering on their feet calling from their bosom enduring the physical strife and straining to completion tears and trials test our life with hope our crowned achievement.