A rewind, a move
To a foregone era
To history gold
When thought blossomed like cherry trees
And minds molded a nation
Did the colonists know the difference they'd make?
Did they realize the landscape they'd forever alter?
Did freedom resound throughout the shops
In Williamsburg, Yorktown and Jamestown?
A traversing path
A journey to learn
Of history gold
When displaced men and women
Created community from scratch
Will we remember the effort the colonists made?
Will we embrace the liberty they fought to provide?
Will we strive to survive like they did long ago
In Williamsburg, Yorktown and Jamestown?
A wondering wander
A decision to dig
For history gold
Where a colony started in earnest
And a siege put a stop to a war
Did the colonists know they'd struggle and starve?
Did they realize they planted hope beside substance?
Did they know they'd perpetually grow conscience and reason?
In Williamsburg, Yorktown and Jamestown?
A lesson in listening
An inspiration to experience
Our history gold
Where forefathers chose liberty and representative government
Over tyrannical tax and forced faith
Will we forget what was sacrificed?
Will we fight for each other's best interest?
Will we forge freedom in sweat and in blood like they did
In Williamsburg, Yorktown and Jamestown?
Royce Waxenfelter
3/29/14
This is the place for me to post all of my thoughts I've written down over the years. On these pages you'll find stories, poems, and songs about love, spirituality, nonsensical meanderings, and thoughtful ponderings. These are my past and present innermost thoughts, so be prepared to enter the mind-field of Royce Waxenfelter.
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