H is for History
History is not experience
But a record of what happened
My father liked to tell stories
Of growing up along Puget
Sound, which he swam across
Part of with regularity
Well, it seems that a border
Dispute arose between folks
In Seattle (probably Olympia,
State capital and southerly
Sound-located) and those in
Vancouver and of all the parts
On both sides—
A conflict of two nations, as
It were, Canada and the USA
One day the problem was
Resolved in a game of baseball
The border was settled over
Nine-innings’ play
I don’t recall who won; maybe
I was never told—that’s not
The point—the day was saved
Not with guns but by a game,
Sporting in every way
My father’s storytelling was
History—and is—a recording
Of the time and what transpired
My telling this to you becomes
A history as well
How about making a history
For yours

April 9, 2016 at 7:53 pm
Very neat story from your father about fighting over borders. I’m glad the battle was orderly and came down to a game a baseball, not an uprising. We should settle many disputes this way. In Canada we’d be like let’s play us some hockey!
April 11, 2016 at 2:28 am
Hockey’s cool. I’d go for that. Thanks!
April 12, 2016 at 8:05 am
wow. your opening lines:
“History is not experience
But a record of what happened”
Easily hooked your readers. And as the tale continues, we love it more. 🙂
April 12, 2016 at 8:07 pm
Thank you, Rosema. I’m delighted and humbled by your strong response.
April 13, 2016 at 3:37 am
it’s a well-deserved response, Christopher. 😀