They march all day through
Lexington and Fort Ticonderoga.
Half-boots land on dirt in
time to “Yankee Doodle Dandy,”
muskets waiting to drink the
powder that kills.
Their minds drift to wives sewing
buttons by the hearth
and defeating the “royal
brute,” King George III.
The rainwater soaks their
ash-gray wool uniforms
but their knees reach high as
the march continues.
Families from farmhouse
windows
see them pass and marvel at
their speed.
The Redcoats haven’t a chance, they think,
against these men under the
command of Major Dickason.
The rain somehow seems to
make them faster.
I open my eyes and hear it
drip into my mug.
“Pete’s Coffee” –
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“Major Dickason’s Blend: Dark
Roast,”
enough to keep me fighting one more day.
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