Stepping Through Time
A sojourner, I cross the years to look
sliding pass the history books
and read while listening.
Stepping through time, moments of tenacity finds
while I follow the spoken words
and seek the speaker today still heard.
The parade flows endless through the streets
with cheers and waving flag fleets
we stand teary eyed yet indiscreet.
A lone white image, saddled riderless horse
marks the footsteps once taken
with hearts rendered lost and shaken.
A nation displayed by every man both strong and brave
repeating the unforgotten words he gave
“Ask not what your country can do for you;
ask what you can do for your country.”
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2017
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