John Beam Poet Quatrain

A Pub of the Locals

Once more we have a blazoned trail to muse                                                      Chasing Greendragon's tea hidden in the sea                                                           As the one that drinks bitter he thinks better too                                                          In Columbia's taverns men do conspire to be free                    -	                                                                                                                   Here verses were written and deciphered                                                                        An age of brown paper print sliced the main sail                                                                    Taking liberties before crossing the wide fords                                                         as Glass bottom tankards ring like church bells    -                                  -                                                                                       			                  Reciting mail from stage to stage runs the news                                                                in ire of the kings sweet acts and torrid teas                                                                 After seven years weakend but cloak and dagger true                                            Blaming drunk french indians who poured it on the sea                   -                                                                                                                        Beginning the royal blues again the revolution turns                                                         A few good men came from these upon your standard                                                       But war like a fire has no repect of persons it just burns                                                   Unlike these local bars men's constitutions were driven hard

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Debbie Guzzi December 18, 2013 at 6:34 PM wow the Boston tea party meets the green dragon with Indians! wow Light & Love John Beam December 18, 2013 at 7:38 PM Thanks Debbie, I have been studying colonial poetry. My only hope is that I did it some justice. I have more to write though but there is a lot of irony, like Phillis Wheatley a black slave writing war propaganda, for those who were white and wanted to be free.