
The Staircase
Michael Brian Horton May 30, 2016 Last night I had myself a dreamI still can see it nowA staircase stood before meSpiraling up into the cloudsIts wood was worn and weatheredBut had stood the tests of timeAnd I came upon a young man thereAs I began to climbHis uniform colonialHis tri cornered hat pulled downHe said I fell by bayonetDefending CharlestownA few more steps into my climbThere stood another LadHe said we gave them it all in 1812With everything we hadAs my journey went on upwardI came upon a pairOne dressed in blue and one in greyI couldn’t help but stareThey








