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Author Name: FreeMarkS 2 Comments
Date Added: October 31, 2009 16:10:05 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Ride Of Israel Bissell
The Ride Of Israel Bissell 

Yonder comes the messenger
Forging thicket and thistle;
A young postal carrier
Known as Israel Bissell.

It began in Watertown,
This bold tale of derring-do;
Bearing news of Lexington,
He would get the message through.

America’s call to arms
Was his burden to carry.
Because of its importance,
Israel did not tarry.

The lad set out that morning,
Driven like a man possessed,
To alert the colonies
Of America’s unrest.

By noon he’d reached Worchester,
Though his horse did not survive.
A fresh mount and two days more,
In New Haven he arrived.

Every town along the way,
Heard his voice sound the alarm.
Our war of independence
Has begun! To arms! To arms!

He entered New York City
For another two day ride.
Then was on to New Jersey,
Without rest, or break in stride.

Then in Philadelphia
He arrived at Freedom Hall.
An exhausting five day ride
To sound liberty’s call.

To arms, he warned the people,
Every American son,
For the British are coming,
And the war has just begun.

So if you can remember,
When a tale, you first did hear,
Of a legendary ride
And a man named Paul Revere;

Perhaps you might consider
How a hero gains his fame.
Sometimes all it comes down to,
Is the more heroic name.

But tales will still be written,
Full of bluster and bristle.
While unsung heroes ride on,
Just like Israel Bissell.

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Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on November 2, 2009 03:23:54 PM Report
Applause, Mark.....And, a well written account.....thanks for the Historical write....
Margaret...the Baglady

Comment By: Freenoah count on October 31, 2009 07:16:27 PM Report
Beautifully done.  William Dawes, Jr., comes to mind as another history seems to have misplaced concerning those early days of independence. 


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