“The Color of Freedom” by Michael J. O’Connell
A Soldier’s Perspective on the American Revolution
Over us did break the April sun, warmth penetrating the depths of our cold, miserable existence.
Months have seemed to drift, no rush by like the great Father Time tossing sand into the gale.
The ache in me is still, having rationed our morning meal of biscuits, and, for a fortunate few, dried legumes.
My coat, in disrepair for lack of thread,
my boots, endless miles have they tread
until neither mind nor body could comprehend.
Wasn’t it just last year, or before
when I felt this same shining orb upon my back while nesting the precious harvest
into the warm Spring earth?
Time has erased these as well, as the keeper of all things has seen that it is only forward, where the sands still cling to the
fragile glass that my mortality lay.
No matter, I keep my mind at ease.
For it is more than I, or the thousands with me, for whom I lay down my existence.
And if I grow weak for the cause, or slip it from my mind
as the lead surrounds me.
I turn towards that rising sun, and over its brightest hue, least I ever forget, shines the Red, the White, and the Blue.
Copyright 2022 Michael J. O’Connell
From the artist: “I wrote this original poem upon learning that my wife has ancestors who fought in the American Revolutionary war. Having been a soldier, I wanted to express my thoughts and feelings on the sacrifices that they made to give us our own nation and homeland.”
Michael O’Connell is a Path with Art Ambassador and Veteran Participant Artist