Rusted Gates and an Old Flag...Edited version (poem) by Susan K. de Vegter on AuthorsDen

Rusted Gates and an Old Flag...Edited version
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This write is part of the Rebel in me and came about when Ex-Governor Roy Barnes decided to do away with the Georgia state flag during the night. He took away the voice of the people and he tried to bury history that fatal night. Guess I may not be bigoted but I am a Rebel. ~SKR~
**Rusted Gates and an Old Flag ** 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. Author: Susan K. Rowse � copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved) geovisit();

Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)

Reviewed on January 29, 2003

"When flags meant honor for our home

When all the tears of loved ones gone

Fly with the colors from which we're born '

Awesome lines..great write Susan, Floria

Reviewed by Jack Roberts

Great Write Susan!
Jack

Reviewed by richard poor

very good.....ya know, the civil war was not about slavery,but big business taking over the independent farmer of the south.it means "rebel" to me as it does to you.