Poetry

That's the Spirit

... a familiar number

by Ann Robbins Talbot

Seventy-six
A call to arms
Led by fife and drum
The enemy is obvious
Red jackets
Precision steps
Our goal
Send him running in retreat
Or bleeding into his ground
That will soon be ours

Seventy-six
My years on earth
Enemies lurk
Aging body
Aging house
Rising prices
Unsettled world
Fend them off
With muskets of hope
And cannons of faith
Survive to the end
With dignity and joy



April 1, 2011


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