“It’s Our Valley Forge” Redux

Much like the Swallows whose return to Capistrano heralds the advent of Spring so too are those intrepid brave inspiring Occupysters who so courageously endured the harsh brutal reality of a frigid New York Winter from, er, Mom’s basement starting to return like dandelion seeds carried aloft on the aimless zephyrs of despair that chaotically expend themselves in ill-tempered but energetic bursts of movement hither and yon, curling about to finally settle against cold and unfeeling weathered granite on the leeward side of Wall Street.

And so we find on this warmening Spring morn some 10 or so tin-foil bedecked Occupysters huddled on the sidewalk at the intersection of Wall and Broad, nestled up against the basement home of TJ Maxx, being observed in a bemused fashion by several of New York’s Finest as they gather with their cardboard signs at the fount of all that is evil and cruel in the world.

2 Responses to ““It’s Our Valley Forge” Redux”

1. Gary from Jersey says:

   April 10, 2012 at 9:13 am

   … return like dandelion seeds carried aloft on the aimless zephyrs of despair that chaotically expend themselves in ill-tempered but energetic bursts of movement hither and yon, curling about to finally settle against cold and unfeeling weathered granite on the leeward side of Wall Street.

   Wow. Poetry I tells ya.

2. Mr. Bingley says:

   April 10, 2012 at 9:30 am

   Seeing them at 5:30 was my Muse!

   Or maybe just amusing…