Not noted on our calendars, as a Federal holiday. Yet, shouldn’t it be? This is the day that our nation was actually conceived. Lexington, Massachusetts, April 19th 1775, ” the shot heard round the world”. America began an odyssey that continues today!
God Bless our Patriots then and now.
Perhaps my life, was of another time,
for I feel the fife and drum,
and the pipes, they call me still,
as once, they may have done.
My spirit yearns, to muster,
upon, the village green,
and with my shot and musket,
I stand there, tall and lean.
With powder dry, and mouth as well,
I await, the village bell,
to warn us all, the coming,
of the wrath of hell.
But, then the bugler’s, Taps refrain,
brings me here, to now,
but Amazing Grace, on bagpipes played,
takes me back again, somehow.
And as I travel, back and forth,
if only in my mind,
I wonder often, to myself,
if I could, what would I find?
Would I be, the brave young hero,
marching to the fore,
or would I be, the cautious man,
and shy away from war?
I will never have the answer,
the question left in air,
yet, the pipes, still call to me,
as if to draw me there.