Harbor Place Poem by AHO Speaks

The good ship Constellation lies at rest so quiet.

The flag of freedom unfurling in the breeze toward the sky
Many a battle did she enter for you and I.
The flags of a nation, a state, a city; all in a row
Proud, brave and so representative not just for show.

The small ship Patriot dressed in red, white and blue
Such beautiful colors for just me and you.
A sunny, quiet, early morn
How fortunate in this country to live or be born.

The trade center so majestic, clean and tall
The commerce of a state that means so much to us all.
A building off to the left built like a ship
Made of cement and glass not to make a trip.

The Christmas wreath of red, holly and living geen
My; oh my; what a beautiful scene.
The sound of a helicopter coming out of the sky
Not a thing of war but of protection for you and I.

The police boat carrying the flag of a nation and a city
Another protector of life; ah war; your waste is a pity.
The sound of a ships horn with its cargo waiting to sail
From out of a nation of peoples who refuse to fail.

For this day and scene of colors, things and people
I thank you; even for the birds who fly over their nest or steeple.