I stare into the cavernous, darkened hall
with the broad, now poorly back-lit stage
exhibiting dust-covered podiums.
Ten of them.
A lone janitor leans a shop broom against one
as he prepares to dismantle and take them away.
Except for one.
I strain to remember images now faint,
behind the podiums,
arms fanning like windmills,
the ones who made no difference.
I turn from the hall door to see,
standing taller yet taller on the horizon,
the one Leader,
indelibly marking the way.
Then some distance behind this one,
a few, now many, now growing to a throng,
taking up the fight.
I look back again into the room at the barren stage.
It’s time for me,
to take my place in the fight
and our Constitution.
– Barry Holley.
Barry Holley has been in the fight for several years.
He is a true Patriot and a good friend and comrade.