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Author Name: Freedyoung 3 Comments
Date Added: March 17, 2004 23:03:00 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Ghost House
The house stood on lush green acres
Of dogwood, magnolia, and birch.
Built with love in fifty-eight;
It rests now quiet as a church.

Through the years families lived
Families also died.
Winter came and stole the green.
With the snow came fearless cries.

Men, so brave, went off to war.
None would allow defeat.
Cold was bad, but what was worse
Was summer's parching heat.

Winning was slower than all had planned.
The weeks dragged into years.
Wives and mothers of those who fought
Mourned bitterly. Lived in fear.

Again came winter; the house was found
Surrounded by the bones of old trees
That once flourished and bloomed.
Like the South, now brought to her knees.

An agreement was reached. A treaty was signed
In the den of a home that was spared.
Cries were heard across the land
Of a joy and a sorrow shared.

The South was bent in sorrowful pride.
A new reign took over the land.
Hope and change spread through the air
As Grant shook Lee's trembling hand.

Now rests this house, abandoned with time
Where the memories of generations sleep.
The land is silent except for the sounds
Of the ghosts and the house that they keep.

Author's Notes:
A poem I wrote in high school after taking a "Civil War" trip with my mom across the south and up through Pennsylvania (Gettysburg is truly ghostly). 1989 or 1990
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Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on March 18, 2004 01:05:00 PM Report
Oh, Dori. This makes me weep. You were very good in high school. You have the atmosphere of South during the Civil War covered very neatly. Good work. ML
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on March 18, 2004 07:37:00 AM Report
Dori, very well written and descriptive.

Lady Dragonwyck
Comment By: FreeTango on March 18, 2004 03:11:03 AM Report
An excellent poem, a gripping story.


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