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By: Marcoosh~

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It did not sound like thunder
like when I was standing at the summit
of “the quarry”
and lightening came down,
branched and exploded
all around me.
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Not quite like that.
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That was loud like fireworks – cherry bombs
or it’s unique sound.
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When I was younger,
still in high school,
a bit crazy
or more crazy than now
ma and dad went out one Thursday night
as they always did,
it was “their night”.
In dad’s closet was a tin of gun powder
and his pistol.
His Pistol was a replication of a flintlock
used around the late 1700s.
It was heavy and the bore was large.
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I had no idea what I was doing,
maybe was a bit more than a “bit” crazy.
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On the yard in front of the house
which was really the back of the house
as the house was situated at a lake
I poured the black powder down the muzzle
and then stuffed it with some shredded rags.
There was an attached tool made for stuffing
or tapping things into the muzzle.
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There were lead balls especially made
NOT to fit the muzzle.
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Thank God !
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After spilling a bit of the powder under the flint
I pointed the heavy weapon up and outward
and pulled the trigger.
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It had it’s own unique sound
that moved everything, an amount,
for fifty yards or so
or so it seemed.
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As I stood on the very spot where . . .
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“The Shot Heard Around The World”
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was fired
I knew
in an exact way
what it sounded like
BUT
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can only imagine
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what a battle
where 2000 British alone
ended in the mourning by their Queen
might have actually been like.
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ML