GHOST OF A PATRIOT

In 1775, back in a revolutionary time, a man picked up his gun,

Leaving his home to fight and defend the land he worked hard for.

A King’s army would travel across the sea to take away a certain freedom,

Boston Harbor, where cannonballs would fly across a night sky.

Many would lie dead as battle raged on, Dragoons invaded our land,

A patriot, one man who in the end would be remembered by few.

There was a fight in him as great as any other in this war on farmland.

Like many others, he was a man with a family, wife, children, and friends.

This man perhaps went by the name of Jonathan, not to be remembered today.

He did die for his country way back in 1775, a patriot with a life,

Does he wander along the thirteen colonies, this ghost of a patriot?

     Keith Garrett