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.”