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Summer Night's Sojurn In Old Virginny
alone I made camp in an old post-war lean-to so close to the river mist covers me like dew next to my rough camp I found rougher white stones faded names, faded lives graves hiding old bones in the moon's creeping light I now make out a field spread out past night's shade where sad mourners once kneeled beside these low markers rusted cannon keep vigils of breastworks and trenchline jagged metal pierced sigils low in the dark, down in the fog line lines of shadows form massing with silvered bayonets gleaming ghastly fell nightly passing I lay huddled in peril for my sanity, my soul as rank upon rank passes by my dreary dank knoll charging like black wind further up on the hill faded gray met with old blue and Old Scratch gets the bill it was too much to take this hellish night on that knob flown away, bellowed oaths lord save me from that damned mob morning comes on the old pike I'm roughly shaken awake caretaker's rough warning he's got his rounds now to make as I plod down that road I risk looking over my shoulder in night's last shadows I see grinning fading crimson eyed soldiers...
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