The acidic odor of decayed leaves linger
among the Spanish moss laden cypress
trees.
Ancient tombstones tall and small
stand like ghostly sentinels in the
late afternoon sun, representing
a war long past.
Listen…and you might hear,
the sound of horse charging
Calvary across a smoke
covered battlefield.
Death, destruction and mayhem
all across a country locked in
Civil War to the bitter end.
Weathered worn, gray stones
intricately engraved with
forgotten and hardly
legible Confederate names.
What a shame…what a shame!
A war between brothers and
no one wanted to take the blame.
Thousands of young Southern
men died in vain.
Now…
Silent the Rebel yell.
Silent the cause they vowed.
Silent the Stars and Bars for
evermore.
A century and a half past,
most remember not the valor
exhibited at this hallowed place,
by men, who died for the Stars
and Bars and a cause they thought
was righteously based.
