Rebs Poems - Poems about Rebs

...evil for evil good for good ~ can there be trades trader for traitor is it wrong to wish ill on others ~ it is not I've heard you've back pains trust standards sides low I err t......

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...General Cornwallis of Great Britain faced a problem that he couldn’t resolve, he’d won at Camden, they’d captured Charlestown, but still the southern colonies wouldn’t fall. Instead he faced a ......

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...In a meadow lush and green, by a lake grand as a sea, there once was a lonely house small and brown. Inside it someone would wait for a man who went away, a man who was long ago in the groun......

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...Fields that echoed with the muskets' rattle; Blood of Yanks and Rebs spilt in dire battle; Now serene with murmurs of restless ghosts, Of men who died among the frenzied hosts! Are those the si......

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...Suddenly I feel at war with my Country, Country of origin, land of my birth, Fortunate senior, not long for the Earth. Patriot lust to kill natives still lingers, Mass racial prejudice never wi......

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...Descending the hill, they danced to old reels Most composed with a Southerner's pen Four years the blood spilled, half a million were killed But the States were united again Celebration complet......

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...The road wore a coat, a thick blanket of snow Spring had not reached those Tennessee hills As midnight approached, three Rebs lie in a hole Near a slope where six brethren were killed In tatter......

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...The Finest Antebellum Mansion in the South By Elton Camp Windsor was near the banks of the Mississippi River Extreme luxury, size, beauty and comfort it did deliver The manor was completed j......

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...From the first instant my eyes laid bare circled and squared at the feet of a Vitruvian man, the one uniqueness in my possession, I was lust to your loins as images permeated and shiver......

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...I said, "Son, you look too young To wear that uniform. You ought to be home with your ma, There, by the fireside warm. "That bugle hanging 'round your neck......

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