Open Poetry #28 |
GHOSTS OF BULL RUN |
Abe Senior Member
since 2003-05-28
Posts 694Looks like Vero Beach, FL until the end! |
GHOSTS OF BULL RUN I'd heard about "Bull Run" Maybe, back in school But, spending some time there Was, a special learning tool. I could feel the Souls There was something in the air The life and death of struggle Is some, sensation, there. An aura of the ghosts All around Manassas A feel of all those beings Of those warring classes. Another tragic wartime With brother fighting brother As each cry with dying breath "Oh, Mother, dear Mother!" You can almost hear the cannons With their booming sounds And the whirring of the slugs From all those killing rounds. Hiding 'hind a rock Or, under a sloping hill Hoping, not, to get shot Or aiming for the kill. It seems so peaceful now But, some Souls not at rest Are waiting in the shadows To, pass the final test. History lessons never teach All of the things, they could And wars don't make the pain Felt/hurt like it should. Bull Run/Manassas Battlefield, VA Del "Abe" Jones |
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I know the feel of standing on history... This was very good Abe. Check your mail! |
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