On those coldest winter nights
The bells are silent
A magnetic field lights the sky
Even the night birds agree to comply
As silence gathers in the night
There is a sky so full of stars
O’er a horizon is…. Mars
We huddled citizens gather
Church meetings and turkey pies
People trying to stretch out
A meager means to survive
All is cast in such a ballet
New England Town Meeting Day
When every vote counts
And every decision made
What’s meant to be... will be
And alleviate any doubts
Soon enough the grass will be green
And Easter will rise like the sun
Erasing any fears that mount
Like monsters rising from the sea
This earth this place we all call home
Will keep on going and growing
Whether or not you can keep pace
Won’t matter 'cause it ain’t slowin’
What barely now is growing
In the end of really not knowing
What really matters or not
So sow the seeds of peace
Only goodness and joy will sprout