Those so troubled.. packed and ran down to shipyards.. docks.. Momma.. Dad.. and little Anne her knitting.. dolls and clocks.. Hidden hard in shipping crates.. deep in cargo holds.. escape from debts unfair.. in time.. accused so for the gold..
God was with us.. mouth of Aunt Bess came in the sailing days.. read in candlelight.. a steady voice of Christian Ways..
Quiet edit came from Momma.. Dad would grump agree.. forests.. land.. a life at hand.. a promise to be free..
Those who lived native before landfall.. that fine green shore.. knew of forest ways.. to share in joy.. food.. how to store..
Politics come to the mix.. famous tea dump days.. THE FIRST GIFT was completed.. ’83 those months and days..
Defined what one may say.. defined it as his own.. defined what owned is owned at home.. each person sits a throne..
Who one sees in quiet times of sense.. religion.. faith.. quiet in truth.. character.. honor.. loving strength..
Founders blessed our ground in Constitution for the law.. keep a person true.. and free.. free from wrong they saw..
All in time.. in song and rhyme.. my path is strong and true.. purpose found in freedom true.. expressed in love for you..
‘for those who think the U.S. Constitution was ‘a long time ago’.. to accommodate whatever unknown privacy drives them.. it seems they have not thought anything through.. the Bill of Rights.. wisely defends us from mistakes.. graft and criminal actions that impose themselves historically from most governments.. we have what we need.. we have the freedom to work it honorably.. learn from mistakes and successes of those who came before.. for ‘Every time is the first time.. in any time’..