Before the marble roads and iron law,
Before the eagle standard crossed the sea,
There rose in mist and forest glen
The songs of elder memory.
In Gaulish fields and Brythonic hills,
In Old Irish chant and Pictish sign,
The Celtic tongues like woven threads
Bound tribe to tribe through oak and shrine.
Their words were wind along the moor,
A harp-string drawn through rain and fire-
Echoes that still in fragments live
In Wales' proud speech and Gaelic choir.
Then came the legions-measured tread-
Roman Empire in bronze array,
With road and aqueduct and law
They claimed the breadth of Europe's sway.
From Iber's sun to Rhine's cold line,
From Britain's cliffs to Balkan plain,
They carved in stone their ordered world,
Yet left the old songs in the rain.
Empires fade as embers cool;
New banners rise where old have passed.
Across the Channel's restless tide
Came William the ******* bold and fast-
William the Conqueror crowned by right of sword and claim,
In 1066's fateful year,
He stitched a Norman thread through England's name,
And set a feudal age in gear.
Centuries turned like weathered wheels;
The crown and Parliament contended flame.
Through civil strife and iron will
Strode Oliver Cromwell into fame-
A commoner with psalm and blade,
Who bent a kingdom to reform,
And left a legacy debated still,
Half thunderclap and half calm storm.
Across the western ocean's reach
New settlements took root and breath;
Old Europe's children, seeking hope,
Faced wilderness and want and death.
From thirteen strands of coastal claim
A fragile union dared to stand;
The Declaration's careful flame
Lit liberty across the land.
Yet liberty proved forged in fire-
North and South in bitter cry;
In cannon smoke and brother's grief
The Union's fate was cast to try.
The Civil War in sorrow's wake
Unbound the chains of human wrong,
Though scars ran deep in soil and soul
And justice marched both slow and long.
Then rose the clang of hammer's age-
Steel and steam and coal-fed might;
Cities grew where fields had been,
Factories burned through day and night.
Gibson shaped from maple, spruce, and flame
In Kalamazoo's humming halls,
Where luthiers bent the wood to song
And jazz and blues leapt factory walls.
On Detroit's line, in ordered pace,
Stood Henry Ford with vision clear:
To harness time, to master scale,
To place the motor age in gear.
Assembly lines like Roman roads
Bound town to town in humming chain;
Old craft gave way to modern speed,
And progress carried loss and gain.
Then shadow fell across the globe-
A second war of iron and sky;
From London's blaze to Normandy
The cost of tyranny ran high.
In trenches, camps, and shattered streets
The century's fury reached its height;
Yet through the ruin nations learned
The price of darkness-and of light.
So runs the thread from Celtic tongue
To steel and wire and engine's roar-
A tapestry of striving hands,
Of fallen crowns and open door.
Europe's tale, and America's too,
Are woven tight in warp and weft:
Old roots beneath new branches spread,
Much gained by time, and much still left.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 10:17 AM UTC
Before the marble roads and iron law,
Before the eagle standard crossed the sea,
There rose in mist and forest glen
The songs of elder memory.
In Gaulish fields and Brythonic hills,
In Old Irish chant and Pictish sign,
The Celtic tongues like woven threads
Bound tribe to tribe through oak and shrine.
Their words were wind along the moor,
A harp-string drawn through rain and fire-
Echoes that still in fragments live
In Wales' proud speech and Gaelic choir.
Then came the legions-measured tread-
Roman Empire in bronze array,
With road and aqueduct and law
They claimed the breadth of Europe's sway.
From Iber's sun to Rhine's cold line,
From Britain's cliffs to Balkan plain,
They carved in stone their ordered world,
Yet left the old songs in the rain.
Empires fade as embers cool;
New banners rise where old have passed.
Across the Channel's restless tide
Came William the ******* bold and fast-
William the Conqueror crowned by right of sword and claim,
In 1066's fateful year,
He stitched a Norman thread through England's name,
And set a feudal age in gear.
Centuries turned like weathered wheels;
The crown and Parliament contended flame.
Through civil strife and iron will
Strode Oliver Cromwell into fame-
A commoner with psalm and blade,
Who bent a kingdom to reform,
And left a legacy debated still,
Half thunderclap and half calm storm.
Across the western ocean's reach
New settlements took root and breath;
Old Europe's children, seeking hope,
Faced wilderness and want and death.
From thirteen strands of coastal claim
A fragile union dared to stand;
The Declaration's careful flame
Lit liberty across the land.
Yet liberty proved forged in fire-
North and South in bitter cry;
In cannon smoke and brother's grief
The Union's fate was cast to try.
The Civil War in sorrow's wake
Unbound the chains of human wrong,
Though scars ran deep in soil and soul
And justice marched both slow and long.
Then rose the clang of hammer's age-
Steel and steam and coal-fed might;
Cities grew where fields had been,
Factories burned through day and night.
Gibson shaped from maple, spruce, and flame
In Kalamazoo's humming halls,
Where luthiers bent the wood to song
And jazz and blues leapt factory walls.
On Detroit's line, in ordered pace,
Stood Henry Ford with vision clear:
To harness time, to master scale,
To place the motor age in gear.
Assembly lines like Roman roads
Bound town to town in humming chain;
Old craft gave way to modern speed,
And progress carried loss and gain.
Then shadow fell across the globe-
A second war of iron and sky;
From London's blaze to Normandy
The cost of tyranny ran high.
In trenches, camps, and shattered streets
The century's fury reached its height;
Yet through the ruin nations learned
The price of darkness-and of light.
So runs the thread from Celtic tongue
To steel and wire and engine's roar-
A tapestry of striving hands,
Of fallen crowns and open door.
Europe's tale, and America's too,
Are woven tight in warp and weft:
Old roots beneath new branches spread,
Much gained by time, and much still left.
A musical tribute honoring the resilience, creativity, and lasting cultural impact celebrated during Black History Month. Remembering the past, sounding the present, and looking toward the future with purpose and gratitude.
