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Spy Rock

It was called “Spy Rock” in my day Said you could see for miles around The encampments of Confederates From this large rock on higher ground When the men in grey invaded our land Brawling, looting, burning, and pillaging, Everything got completely out of hand. One-hundred fifty and eight years ago, Much blood was shed in this community To maintain the union and our liberty. I wonder how much we have surrendered In the past decade to give up being free. written November 8, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 11/9/2021 7:36:00 AM

We keep the cycle recycling don't we?

L Milton Hankins
Date: 11/9/2021 9:21:00 AM

We surely do, Caren. By the way, I got my booster COVID shot yesterday afternoon so I'd be fully vaccinated for my trip. I am kind of sore and achy today, but quite okay.

Shirley Hawkins

Date: 11/8/2021 5:30:00 PM

Nothing changes.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 11/8/2021 8:01:00 PM

Oh, but I think we can always hope that it will. Our futures are so tied up with hope. Thanks for your comment.

Bill Baker

Date: 11/8/2021 4:42:00 PM

In answer to your question, too much. Once we allowed the rule of law to be thrown out the window, I don't know if stopping the run awy train is possible without an intervention of our Creator. I liked the message of your poem, just not the current reality. Thanks for the deversity of you poems Milt. Nice to see the different forms.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 11/8/2021 8:02:00 PM

Thanks so much, Bill, for your reads and for your insightful comments. They are always welcomed and appreciated. Hope you have a terrific week!