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Mike
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since 1999-06-19

Posts 2462

0 posted 1999-11-10 09:20 AM

Hand carved cradle, wooden floor,
...hewn from timbered oak,
"Four score and seven years ago,"
...Emancipator spoke.

At Sumpter's Fort, death's evil sword,
...slashed the state in twain,
Shearing through the bond's of man,
...as had the brother Cain.

Two brothers born on cabin floor,
...shared cradle and a name,
Yankee Doodle, Johnny Reb,
...were not they one the same.

Mini-balls and sabre's thrust,
...a charge up Picket's Hill,
In fading light of evening's mist,
...Cain did his brother kill.

The flower of a nation,
...touched by Reaper's hand,
Yankee Doodle went to town,
...Look away, Dixieland.

[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 11-10-1999).]

Watcher666
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since 1999-10-13

Posts 1606

1 posted 1999-11-10 10:20 AM

Well done.Enjoyed the read!

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Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you.

hoot_owl_rn
Member Patricius

since 1999-07-05

Posts 10750
Glen Hope, PA USA

2 posted 1999-11-10 12:23 PM

Excellent post Mike, well done

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Alis volat propriis
(She flies with her own wings)

Mike
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since 1999-06-19

Posts 2462

3 posted 1999-11-10 06:04 PM

Thank ya both kindly... appreciate the comments.

LngJhnAg
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since 1999-07-23

Posts 3508
Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion

4 posted 1999-11-10 06:47 PM

Great poem, Mike. I like the way you brought out the perspective of brother against brother in terms of Cain and Abel. On a braoder scale, aren't all wars like that?

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

5 posted 1999-11-10 07:33 PM

Mike, this is awesome. I relive the events through your words.

The thin red line
of blood was spilled,
when brothers fought
at Picket's Hill.
The valley floors
now covered red,
with blood from
Yankee Doodle and Johnny Reb.

Valleys flooded now
with a mother's tears ...
When war rears
it's ugly head
all we have left
are the dead.

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Seymour Tabin
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since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

6 posted 1999-11-10 08:02 PM

Mike,
Enjoyed, well done.

Denise

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-08-22

Posts 22648

7 posted 1999-11-10 11:02 PM

Most excellent, Mike!

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Denise

Mike
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since 1999-06-19

Posts 2462

8 posted 1999-11-11 09:19 AM

Thank you all for the very gracious comments.
Sitting here a little reflecting on veterans day. We now have a generation who have such a different perspective on war; who think wars are fought with no casualties or suffering on our part. May they never have to live through a real war.

Nan

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since 1999-05-20

Posts 21191
Cape Cod Massachusetts USA

9 posted 1999-11-11 08:12 PM

You've woven this metaphor beautifully, my friend.... I love it...

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