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
Concord and Lexington, Massachusetts
Lots of history relived today
(And not to mention, a fabulous pancake breakfast!)
**I wrote this post early this afternoon. It is now after 4pm and what started as a beautiful day, has ended in horror as bombs exploded at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. My thoughts and prayers go out to Boston today.