Say the word, Henry, and it will be done –
It will be…
So declares my soul – my spirit readily agrees
(It smiles a wry smile)…
I am confused – happy…
Every one of those ten thousand things (?)
March on the other’s seat at last!
It must be June again – or July…
It must be autumn – November remember….
Declaration, proclamations and oaths (sworn and broken),
All in the fragrant (tragic-comic) silent night,
Remembrances…
‘Don’t tread on me’?
November?
Remember!
Recall: – Shenandoah – and ‘6’…
That color, catching the breeze there,
What is it?
A flag-
A stretch of cloth.
A bold and noble banner… mayhap – not?
With cross saltier-
Azure- – emblazoned – with pentangles -13…
Emboldened-
Upon a field argent…
I would salute-
I wave-
I would doff my hat
(If I had one – and if it…
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