Ode To Robert E. Lee
In the hollow eyes of starving men
In the hollow eyes of starving men
With worn out shoes, but still fight within
Would you have made a solemn vow
If in poverty, your kin would now bow
Could you have foreseen, the hurt, remorse
As in honor you fought, from your brave white horse
Gray hair flowing as you lead your nation strong
For only four years was the struggle long
O, I think you would not have sheaved that day your swords
Knowing the wicked would become your children's "lords"
I walked that fence and that day I cried
A court house in Virginia where freedom died
In bitter remembrance of a nation of splendor
Sold to Yankee bankers, borrowers, and lenders
You were so brave and all those that followed
But for honor and your family your pride swallowed
O do not be regretful of that single deed
For you are the father of a noble breed........
She Closes Her Eyes
She Closes Her Eyes
She closes her eyes, drifts away
Eyes flickering as she dreams
Memories of things, bought to mind
Of kind whispers, it would seem
A time that now, recalls a smile
Of something, no one ever “new”
Would remember, from long ago
A recollection, of only you
Rocking there with grey hair down
The peaceful Southern breeze
Recalls with warmth, within her voice
Of a name, now said with ease
Past and Present the line now blurred
Between smiles, corners to edge
A not so common beautiful thought
And a not forgotten pledge
Would hope all others, shared such dreams
That appoints the heart to melt
Reposed in shadowed love, so sweet
And a passion, she has ever felt
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