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Modern Minutemen

History seems so present now,
Our town, blanketed in ashen shroud,
Of clouds and mists of weepy eyes,
Give sight to mythic struggle.

Ambulance and rig replace the stallion,
For those who answer freedom’s ring.
Regular folk, pretensions none,
Doing a job, till the battle’s done.

Quiet decency marks their paces,
Ascending the steps to meet death’s shadow.
Lexington, Concord, Manhattan now
Citizen-soldiers toil for Liberty.

The harbor, no sanctuary,
Beneath the Lady’s unbowed gaze,
An eye toward history, their eulogy,
With brethren across the centuries.

Minutemen all, who answered the call.

September 19, 2001

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