Under raptor storms,
growling clouds of dark unknown,
sunless doubts and dangers
in history’s tempest blown,
they pledged their sacred honor.
Could they have even thought
how much of “sacred honor”
would be bartered, sold, and bought?
Yes, I think they did,
but still they took a stand,
and signed their deep conviction
in sprawling, sundry hand.
Seeing the unseen,
hearing the unheard,
they built a sure storm shelter
with the steel of written word.
Here we celebrate the 4th of July, Independence Day,
perhaps a bit subdued this year.
“Self-evident truths,” it turns out,
are not so self-evident.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg
for this gorgeous capture
over Buckroe Beach, Virginia.