From a recent trip:
Boston Cobblestones
The narrow way between
the Oyster House and the Bell-in-Hand
is paved with cobbles that knew
and shaped the first streets here.I step on the same stones that bore
the weight of independence; that
carried those who planned
to tan the sea with British tea.And in the misty too cool
evening it is easy to see that
they walk here still--that what we are
and what we have was given to us
from the hands of ghosts
who linger here to remind us
of the meaning that is beyond us.
I especially like the "octave" -- if we can speak of the poem as being nearly a sonnet. Strong visual sense.
Man, you and Dylan are poeticizing up a storm. Keep it up.
I liked "to tan the sea with British tea."