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From the Beacon atop the Governor’s Hill 
one can see the whole harbor.

All are In the Harbor now. 
Safe, perhaps, from lifes raging storms. 

Gazing out
ftom the great beyond
to the far horizon
memories return.

When I look out
I can not but remember that day
When the ship arrived.
I should have recognized it for what it really was
A Harbringer.

The man who came a shore was a man
He called it a beautiful Port
And he came bearing gifts
But I should have recognized it for what it really was
The arrival of Messamouet was surely not a good sign
He would bring enemies
they would kill him in less than a year
They would also kill Nanepashemet as well
But not until the real enemy was revealed
The gift that killed.

We dropped
We could bury some sitting in their graves
But soon there were not enough left to dig.

Iv’e heard it said that when the Adventurers landed
And fished this port
building in the remains of my village
It was as if no one had ever inhabitated the land.

We still do, Were still here
Sitting in the ground.

I remember the ship leaving the harbor.
Tylly told me that we were fully laden,
our stowage was full.
Perhaps we  really had found Cod Heaven .

Its off to Bilbao where the market is great
I’ll be back before the spring.

Its a beautiful port they said.
Build a stage , build a house, grow corn.
Others will come .

I see an altar.
My father saw an altar too. 
My grandfather was the architect,
the Pilgrim Father.

"An altar of earth thou shall make unto me.
I will come unto thee and I will bless thee."

He has blessed me 
with over a hundred years of life.
God has blest this place as well, 
with the Schooner.
The Trees to build them
The men to make them 
their sons to sail them.

So I also see a Southern sky and fair winds
‘Roud the point
Nor East we go.

I see Women. 
Old Women, young women, women just born.
Gloucester shall be a Mother port.

The night Margaret Prince came to me I tried everything
but in the end all I could do was testify against William Browne.

I do not lie beneath the stone so marked
I still ask why?

I’ll tell you what I did not see. 
I didn’t see what Ebeneezer saw. 
No Frenchmen, No Indians, No ghosts. 

When Appleton fired a silver bullet to disperse the spectres, 
Ebeneezer wasn’t done.
He seemed to be the one possessed. 

He brought the girls from Salem here to Gloster 
to discover the source of his mother’s fits. 
They pointed their finger at me. 

I’m innocent I said. 
They said they saw a coffin. 
Elizabeth testified that my ghost said I had killed Mrs. Duncan  
and inflicted Mrs. Babson. 

I wouldn’t hurt a soul for a thousand worlds. 
They indicted me anyway, for witchcraft. 

I see the so called Reverend Blinman leaving 
and I must admit I shed a tear. 
A tear of joy. 

Though its true that he took half the village with him. 
Good riddance. 

 Yes, he built the cut 
but we all did our part. 
It didn’t dig itself. 
In the end I think he was more worried about Profit 
than our souls. 

We carried on. 
I kept building ships 
and I kept speaking up. 
I served my town, I served the  colony, 
but I would not serve Charles. 
That cost me a month in jail 
and twenty pounds.