Thursday, November 08, 2007
Peace Poem 23
I am fasting a day early, hence, the poem.
The originals are on http://peace-weaving.blogspot.com/ ( see link at right).
My Southern Rose
The willows stand stiff daguerrotypes;
Generals of the War
between the States; their beards so full
and majestic in their stance.
They maintain their verdant burden and
sweeping low in gallant bow!
chorus
My rose of Maryland! Bloom forever!
The South’s own herbal honey!
The Balm of Appalachia;
sweet liquor of Antietam!
The wild flowers strewn up to the sky,
Soldiers of the war;
their eyes so young and filled with hope:
like idols in their fane.
They stand in silent loyal witness,
reeds in ponds innumerable.
chorus
My rose of Maryland! Bloom forever!
The South’s own herbal honey!
The Balm of Appalachia;
sweet liquor of Potomac!
We’re coming east from Morgantown,
from the Cumberland.
We stop to eat at Hancock where you can stand
and throw a stone apiece
into Pennsylvania’s green fields
and into West Virginia’s land.
chorus
My rose of Maryland! Bloom forever!
The South’s own herbal honey!
The Balm of Appalachia;
sweet liquor of Patapsco!
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