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Ode To History

There is a field where Sherman marched Across the bloody South Just beside a freeway, that connects it to the North No one builds and no one plants on hallowed bloody ground And late at night tis said there’s ghosts that hover all around In the spring there’s beauty on this poor forgotten place No one live remembers the men who died with grace No cell phones or gadgets to escape the fear and dread Letters lost or just delayed were part of war twas said Brothers fighting brothers in a bloody senseless brawl Shattering a country while a death rate took its toll. Marching cross the U.S. burning towns just shortly built-- Lynching and destroying without a modicum of guilt. Streamlined education doesn’t bother with “ancient” facts Parents want a fast track deal –full deductions in their tax Highlight education is the modern style—on line. No room for the how’s and why’s –there simply isn’t time. So, if you seek reflection in a conversation pit Find an avid reader for a talk with any wit.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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