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It is hot!
The air above me suffocates, lacking breeze.
This July eve, the heat affects me most.
Tomorrow, I will end one affiliation and begin anew.
The future causes my brow to arch,
the heat adding to my
discomfort.
This house, my home is large and strong,
but may not survive
the coming storm.
All before me I must be willing to cede
as a consequence of
this nights decisions.
I feel the heat began to crescendo into a fire storm.
I envision myself appearing at the very gates of Hell.
I finish my dress and put on my coat
realizing soon, this
will be my home no longer.
I will be branded a traitor in my native country,
a patriot
in my new.
As I sit in the Congress,
I am alone if not for Jefferson
and my Congressional Secretary.
The document placed before
me beckons my signature.
I am overcome with emotion as I,
John Hancock, President of the Congress,
slowly, in large
bold script,
sign The Declaration of Independence.
As I return to my home
I realize this heat
will not go away
for a long time.
I return to say goodbye. | By Mac McGovern
Copyright 2009
Listed July 12, 2010
http://allpoetry.com/mac_mcgovern
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