October 2017
Lee Evans
alebap@outlook.com
alebap@outlook.com
I live in Bath, Maine, where the leaves are slowly turning their faces toward fall. I, too, am turning my face that way. This is my favorite time of year…
A Child of Democracy
The Paca House and Gardens stand today,
Restored to what historians surmise
Was their condition in Colonial times,
When Samuel their namesake signed away
Allegiance to a king whose wits had strayed;
Though little did he know his stately walls
Would one day be enclosed by Carvel Hall,
Where courting couples waltzed and big bands played:
And so my future parents made a pair.
Amused that she would not put down her purse,
He quipped, “Why, this is dancing with such care,
You’d think you had a baby there to nurse!”
“And what,” she bristled, rising to the bait,
“Would you know about dancing in that state?”
This story came to mind as I strolled round
The renovated Paca House and grounds.
A Child of Democracy
The Paca House and Gardens stand today,
Restored to what historians surmise
Was their condition in Colonial times,
When Samuel their namesake signed away
Allegiance to a king whose wits had strayed;
Though little did he know his stately walls
Would one day be enclosed by Carvel Hall,
Where courting couples waltzed and big bands played:
And so my future parents made a pair.
Amused that she would not put down her purse,
He quipped, “Why, this is dancing with such care,
You’d think you had a baby there to nurse!”
“And what,” she bristled, rising to the bait,
“Would you know about dancing in that state?”
This story came to mind as I strolled round
The renovated Paca House and grounds.
© 2017 Lee Evans
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