Chasing leaves in Boston, MA

A Poem by sjbrent

The leaves crackle as they race around in the breeze.
The last vestige of a fall long departed
Now just a few dance amongst the snow
Until pressed up against the old clapper board house
Hemmed in by porch and history and Heritage.

Chasing the leaves along the freedom trail
See setlers hemmed in by the British oppressors
The triumphant loss at Bunker hill
Set in motion historic events
A freedom from those they left
Yet so much do they carry with them.

They can't escape their heritage
Even if they wanted to
Which they do
Independence is only from polictics
But they wish it was from everything
That made them who they are.