R.E.Lee

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........

#9

Six weeks in .......HEART BEAT............ number 9 on the way. May God bless us with a healthy child.... sometime around March of 2010!

I found you there....

Visiting Carnton Plantation here in Franklin I found the name of a confederate soldier from South Carolina who is a distant relative....and I reflected

I found you there not all alone

But with your friends today

Fallen swayed, from beautiful home

Resting there, so, so far away

Impassioned in an honored call

Defenders from invaders rage

In stone garden found reposed

Numbered ,letters marked in a page

I found you there my valored kin

Forgotten, I take my blame

Barely seen through weathered days

Mourned and cared for just the same

Now the time, to remember, recall

To kin and country and to reclaim

To never again forget the cost

By the man whom bares your name

If so.....

If so, I can

If maybe I cain't

From prison made

Rise up, escape

Promises of freedom

Felled, wisest fruits

Born from seeds

Watered by mutes

More time sentenced

Inside those walls

Eons betwixt ears

Hallowed lonely halls

Fixed again, over

Not ever to leave

If so, I can, I cain't

If only to believe

Southron Call

Friday, January 5, 2007

Southron Call……

O Where are you my Southron Son
Past far from the echoed Ancients
Trapped in the offense of yesterday
Forever imprisoned in soulish descents

Will you rise to save what's yours
By birth and blood freely shed
Or will the echoes from the past
Ring empty in your head

O where are you my Southron Daughter
Now made to play the harlots role
Graced in all beauty like no other
Ever asked to dance and lose your soul

Will you rise up to save what's yours
By birth to grow a nation
Or will the care of vanity
Give life to your enemies sensation

Bring back to all that Southron Pride
Which ruled in simpler days
Repented of what made her weak
Restored to gracious and beautiful ways

Surviving The Waterfall

Surviving The Waterfall

So here I am, betwixt the mix

Of the cascading waterfall

A thing of beauty and power

To inspire and destroy

It is the narrow intersection

Of a vast reservoir before

The cliff that would normally kill

Yet, because of the flow, it allows

Those who are caught willfully, or by chance

To somehow survive the plunge

What brought the survivor to this point

Was it the force of waters behind

Or the passivity of a restful swim

Did the oncoming fall overtake

By inattention to it's existence

Perhaps it was the apex of intent

To surge through the waters to this end

Dashing the swimmer on the rocks below

Or escaping the gentle placid waters behind

In hopes of seeing the only dreamt about

Marvelous oceans of experience beyond

To what end awaits those that plunge

Without regard to the restful past

Taking that which most swimmers would not

Is the end of all to be crushed, on the jagged rocks

Drowned in the heaviness of the water

Or is it to survive, allowing those aloft

To squeamishly and timidly observe

Never understanding the delight of the survivor

Move

MOVE

If I saw you on the street one day

If a glance, would you turn my way

Toward the memory of our yesterday

Move your thoughts my way

Would you see me for the man I am

Not before, you ever gave a damn

The one that loved you with his callused hands

Move your eyes my way

Lost in anger for the moments past

From a love that should be never last

Toward the ending of what came too fast

Move your touch my way

If you heard a whisper thrown your way

Gently calling for a better way

Words you never want to turn away

Move your ear my way

So I’ll ask you for this one last time

Bring you closer with an all that’s mine

Hope beyond the hope, you’ll once be mine

Move your heart my way

I can’t live with just a half, of love

Not to be, what’s meant from up above

Would not settle for this push,or shove

Turn your love my way