Declaration of Independence

Alone in the night gazing at the beauty
of a celestial masterpiece yet untouched by the cover of cloud,
an unrelenting silence is interrupted by the insistent ticking
of an old grandfather clock in the parlor.

A candle with a dual wick, 
rests upon a table made of knotty pine
roughly chiseled to add a rustic touch;
providing my only light,
intensifies a floor of polished oak.

I sit watching shadows flicker across plaster walls;
mimic eerie phantoms slithering throughout the room
refusing to take recognizable shape, cause unwanted distraction.

The work before me suffers, in stark contrast,
pitifully begs text be laid to cover the nudity of the page before me.

The accomplishments of my life pale in contrast what keeps me awake this night; 
the plight of a nation will rest on the passion of my words,
my friends and patriots rely on a text
that will take them from anarchy, to democracy.

Shadows appearing to take shape play tricks upon my vision,
reveal a sight resembling a picture of a united
uniformly defined crowd, cheering and waving as one voice,
one sound.

Suddenly, it becomes clear, the page before me fills with pronouncement,
my chest swells with pride, what is written this night becomes page after page,
until finally,
to carry a nation desiring riddance,
a Declaration Of Independence.


The original draft of the Declaration was written by Thomas Jefferson from 11 June 1776 to 
28 June 1776. It was finalized and approved by the Congress and printed on the evening of 
July 4th.

The original document was signed by only John Hancock as President of the Congress and 
Charles Thompson, as the Secretary of the Congress. Other signatories were added 
beginning in August and weren't completed for several months.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Brown Avatar
February 10, 2010 at 9:06 AM
I encourage you to continue writing Mac. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors. I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning. Love, Carol
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February 10, 2010 at 6:16 AM
Mac, for over 230 years, it has protected our freedoms. Those same freedoms that are now teetering on the edge of darkness...greed, pollution, overuse, heartless cruelty, power mongers, control seekers>>>lost freedom. The tragedy of a nation. Sadly, Dane Ann
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February 9, 2010 at 4:32 PM
A fine patriotic look into the origin of the foundation of our country... do u watch Glenn Beck? .. he is very big on the founding father and the declaration of independence statues and laws... makes for an interesting commentator evenings for news.. as your brilliant poem ... u must have enjoyed history in school... it shows.. luv.. Linda-Marie..
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