?

Log in

No account? Create an account

earlier burfling | later burfling

By the rude bridge that arched the flood

Thus begins Ralph Waldo Emerson's famous "Concord Hymn", written for the dedication of an obelisk memorializing the Battle of Lexington and Concord. That memorial still stands at the Old North Bridge in Concord, part of the Minute Man National Historic Park.

Today, two hundred thirty four years later, I stopped by the Old North Bridge site again - an advantage of living in literally the next town over. The Concord River was again in full springtime flood, and a chilly April breeze was blowing. The local parade, though, will wait for tomorrow - the official state holiday has been moved to the third Monday of April, as a concession for those who like three-day weekends.

Last year at this time, I noted the unpleasant fact that all my Patriots Day postings to date had been with George W. Bush as President. This year, such is no longer the case. And, happily, it didn't take a shooting war to get rid of George III of America; just a bunch of people looking for change and hope, exercising the franchise that those long-ago "embattled farmers" fought to retain.