The Pride of Massachusetts
By Dan Speers
We have tradition here in New England
A tradition of hearty stock
Robust men who stand as tall as mountains
Women, sharp of mind, strong of heart.
Pioneers and sailors, merchants, tailors,
Poets and shop keepers, teachers
Fishermen and farmers, bar keeps, whalers
Seamstresses and bakers, preachers.
Matters not the job, the task, but how well
The work is done, what works gets
Is a job well done, and what is done well
Is the pride of Massachusetts
Founded by accident, the Mayflower
Choosing Plymouth Bay, name and place
That was the winter that wrought the power
Born and tempered in a furnace
Forging men and women of fire and ice,
Of endurance, sense of purpose
Self-reliant, strength of granite, and eyes
No king ever again would close.
Or oppose liberty's custodians
For that which was spawned in Essex
Grew to founders and protectors, guardians
These, the pride of Massachusetts.
When trial comes calling, all rise, persevere
The Adams, Sam, John and John Q.
Ben Franklin, John Hancock and Paul Revere
Heroes change, to name just a few,
Clara Barton, Susan B. Anthony,
Sharon Christa McAuliffe. Gone.
John and Robert, now Teddy Kennedy
Heroes held high, with us belong
Teddy's not the first, he isn't the last,
Nor do we know who will be next
But he or she, like Teddy, will stand fast.
As the Pride of Massachusetts.
Ted, his name engraved in granite,
Body engraved in our planet.