Ben Franklin Nods in San Francisco
in the huge hurricane for war that swept across our country.
Still after the U.S. tanks glided into Baghdad in April and
the President declared victory standing on an aircraft carrier,
we six poets gathered on the grass in Washington Park next
to the statue of Ben Franklin in North Beach, attempted
to light our peace candles, saw the wind blew them all out;
still we relit the candles as we spoke, Quaker-style,
how still we stood against the war; I swear I saw
Ben Franklin that old protestor from Quaker Philadelphia nod
approval as all six of us busily began to relight
all our candles; I swear that Lincoln sitting in his
Memorial stood up for a moment to salute us in San Francisco,
swear that Washington in Mt. Rushmore turned his face
westward toward us in praise, they all wanted
their old republic back just as we did in Washington Park
despite all the harsh winds of war we relit and
relit our candles again until all six blazed forth.
1 comment:
Now here's moi's addition from the times of George Washington
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9lYC0lBfkA
Stay on groovin' safari,
Tor
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