The Versailles of Our Love:
June 1, 2000
David B. McCoy
Upon my return to Colonial Williamsburg
with my son's fifth grade class,
I imagine George Washington dancing
with his secret love, Sally Fairfax,
in the Great Hall of the Governor's Palace,
and recall how you, two years ago, were
my "Dear Sally" in what sometimes seemed like
another long struggle for independence
and the right to forge a love of our own.
But sooner than we could have ever planned,
our Saratoga came and the tide of romance
turned in our favor, leading us directly
to the splendid Versailles of our love.
With the excitement of a patriot soldier,
I cry out a heart-filled Huzzah!