For those of you with misguided thoughts about Dixie, here is part of her mystery.
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There he was...opening the gate
It squeaked with rust, as was our fate
Just now the war had come and gone
Scarred our flag and bleached old bones
The south is lying upon the rags
The tattered stripes of this old flag
The many dead and those abused
The cries in pain with worn old news
The Man he comes with bearded growth
He speaks of scars and never boasts
He cries for families of man
Those down south and northern lands
This war took tolls from all the folks
It crushed our hearts and freedom choked
Its honor crippled but never slain
Though with the fight and all the pains
We still are free but laden bare
From worn old souls when spirits dared
The South , this man..all tattered and torn
Sleep deprived and faith all scorned
He comes to me with open arms
I take him in and with a warm
Heart to keep his tears at bay
Rock his terrors til the day
From Johnny Reb and banners high
To recall hearts who tried and died
To know that we fought , nothings free
For Southern courage in me and thee
Our hearts are red and high the stars
The flag reminds me of our scars
Dignity worn with proud array
When gates were rusted in southern days
When hearts were etched in proud old bones
When flags meant honor for our home
When all the tears of loved ones gone
Fly with the colors from which we're born
The gate still rusted and fallen down
Is proudly part of this...our land
Though old and used and born to die
Its still for heritage that honor flies.
Very well done! I am hunbled. I'll go delete my poem. LOL Just kidding. You say so much in this poem of what lives in the heart of a person. I enjoyed reading it, thank you for sharing this.
The spirit of the Southern States and the men who fought so bravely for their beliefs is one that taught the entire nation a lesson...you have to stand for something. A masterpiece Susan that I am sure should be published. Well done.
The Southern lands contain a people of many colors heated by a crucible of war that has given new meaning to "Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness". enjoyed
You are so very passionate and sentimental about your heritage, and so many other important things in life, You enrich humanity and you are a vibrant part of it in a time when so many choose not to be.
Susan I'm glad you honor your heritage, too many do not. Thank you for this inspiring poem ,it is an impassioned part of the Dixie in you and it glows!Sad fact is bias is an ugly part of the human race, and I fear it will ever be, in one form or another,for people too ignorant to know the difference.
You wrote this so long ago, but still I can feel your passion in your words...We need peace, love, and equality, still we struggle...
Much peace, love, and light to you dear Susan,
Amber "V"
i was a 12 year old yankee kid who moved to the south--we were so unaccepted and called names etc as we tried to fit into a very changed life--the first movie i ever saw in a theater was "Gone With the Wind" as mom said, to educate us----i think that history is essential in order to learn and grow so that the hate is not continued--a powerful write that certainly speaks of your love for the South
The South may have fallen: but unlike the little old woman who couldn't get up, she rose with a grace and dignity no one could have forseen. That is why I love her: she's strong; she's resilient; you can't keep a good woman (nor the south) down. Yankees would fold with the multiple disasters that strike again and again--we southerners r i s e. :) Beautiful, meaningful, inspiring pen. Well done.
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325 letters my father wrote to my mother during his time in World War II.
Woven together in a timeline of events of three of his brothers, 5 brothers-in-law, and one cousin, all 10 of them were in WWII at the same time.
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God bless you. Kathy
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It crushed our hearts and freedom choked
That particular war truly did, and I truly hope we never see one like it again on our own soil.
Stay well and keep writing.
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Much peace, love, and light to you dear Susan,
Amber "V"
The South may have fallen: but unlike the little old woman who couldn't get up, she rose with a grace and dignity no one could have forseen. That is why I love her: she's strong; she's resilient; you can't keep a good woman (nor the south) down. Yankees would fold with the multiple disasters that strike again and again--we southerners r i s e. :) Beautiful, meaningful, inspiring pen. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.