crimson bars

crimson bars
between the rows of white
under the stars
our freedom burns bright

the blood of our heroes
given for us
standing watch in the darkness
that we would be free

the cost of freedom
blood of our youth
on guard, on station
in the places beyond


January 9, 2012
I began writing the title for this poem
at the Poet’s Corner,
our monthly poetry group,
Suncook Senior Center
after hearing again a reading of the poem,
“Barbara Freitchie”,
by John Greenleaf Whittier
and New Hampshire Primary, January 10, 2012


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