I’ve been busy, and not in the best sense. Work has taken over life to the point my health is not as good as it once was. I work 60+ hours a week, not including commute. I might have 3-4 hours a day to do anything else. The rest is sleeping, or trying to. I’m always looking for something else. I’m tired.
Concord Hymn
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| Photo: Kirk Heflin |
BY the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set to-day a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)
(The Battle of Concord was fought on April 19, 1775, the start of the American Revolutionary War)
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