Rebel Yells and Yankee Calls

Have you ever run through
The Virginia woods at night,
Feel the spirits of the men
Who’ve given their lives in
The name of freedom?

Have you ever caught the
Scent of gunpowder which
Still lingers upon the winds,
Or the eerie yell of a
Rebel as he goes into battle?

The land remembers the times
Of bloodshed, it carries with it
The souls of those brought
Down in the heat of battle.

Their battle songs and battle drums
Still echo through these woods,
And their memories are buried in
The silt of the riverbed just
Past the house.

(c) 2003 A Riddle