War May Begin Again

Start All over Again (First in my poetic poem Civil War Series. Jim Horn) Bodies, once with souls, we did carry, From church to a country cemetery, And new thought came to me again; How many battles had they been in? It really cuts your quick to the core; Civil War, what were they fighting for; Maybe South’s mere, meager existence; People applying pressure with persistence. Should it be so slavery can come to an end? Cattle and crops, who should be one to tend? Entrust so to take care of our native soil, While real hot outside and about to boil. Was it high society and a social difference? How they treat those on wrong side of fence, Or some tracks, if living in a sweaty city, With poor renting property, such a pity. Languished war lasted for a long while; South lost and came home in single file; Lonely, legless and a one-armed man, Coming home to start all over again. Jim Horn