There is a placeWhere quiet streetsAnd verdant scenesRefresh the soulAnd calm the mind. There is a placeWhere brick-laid pathsAnd cobbled streetsWere trodden smoothWith patriots’ solesThat would not know defeat. There is a placeWhere once a manStood up and said,”Give me liberty -Or give me death!” There is a placeWhere “Young Hot Colts”Met [at] night, upstairs… Continue reading At Williamsburg