Portuguese Man O War

I'm finna recount the feats of Peter Francisco upon lobbying for his Army pension, up in D.C., for his service amidst the American Revolution. His return trip home to beloved Buckingham County, VA was meant to be derailed and debockled by Redcoats. The "Hercules of Virginia", the "One Man Army" (as cast by George Washington) traveled by trail of the way to limber logging town Dillwyn. My vision is thus: Present day Route 15, with its red glowing Piedmont soiled shoulders, displaying the bounty of spring times covenant of yellow flowered weeds, purply/periwinkly trees, white flowered Dogwoods and scrubbed up Cedars all presenting for the passer by, whether on foot, hoof or up in the sky...the Portuguese Prodigy, Francisco, on 6'6" of a frame, making money moves through current day Green Springs historic district (between Gordonville and Zion Crossroads). The rolling Piedmont hills and the hues of greens mixed with a bright blue skyline, mixed with cumulous clouds...is enough to make me want to flex in Palmyra, VA for a night of chilled drinks. Somewhere along the trail, Peter Francisco was confronted by nine Redcoats while exiting a tavern. They demanded his silver shoe buckles. Pete said, "Come and take them." Thus, 6'6", VA Hercules proceeded to hand down ass whoopins' like no other, like it was Thirsty Thursday but he was Hungry. Pete wielded a five foot broad sword as he took measure and calculated a counter to the shoe buckle ambush. Seemingly dispatching his adversaries. This is the tale, the legend, the lore, the heart of the matter. A patriot of Portuguese descent, making America a better place. Now, where the 636 intersects Route 15 @Sheppards, a roadside reminder of Mr. Francisco is prevalent. Makes me wanna go in the store on the corner and cop a malty beverage and pour a little on the pavement in homage.