Bill Grace


Watching Washington Work - Poem by Bill Grace

In the early days of convinced student ambition
I watched Washington work where even the press didn't care
The Special Subcommitte on Student Unrest to be exact the
Honorable Edith Green - Chair.

I recall the specific names and faces and antics and lack the courage to tell you what truly went on.

Strangely I loved the representative from Alaska most, who later was killed in a plane crash running for the Senate their bodies never recovered, and a representative from New York City least - who wanted to be President.

The Alaskan was a man strangely full and the New Yorker strangely hollow but this is my theological judgement.

What could a student possibly know who once wanted to be President himself and lacks even today the courage to tell you how that little piece
of Washington worked?


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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 5, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, September 5, 2008


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