Olustee, 161 years hence. Christ in the camp.
Thursday, January 16, 2025
O Come, come
Oh come, come, come
The old upright
Falling Creek Chapel
There was no secret cord
That Mary played before the Lord
Every hymn note loudly rang
Loud as Pearl as she off key sang.
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16jan17
O Come
Lift
See dare tree
John Clare
I came upon a girl
Trying to climb a tree
The first limb just beyond reach
Now in the old days
I would have just gone over
Pushed her up
But I saw granny glaring
At me through the single wide
door so I just nodded
and was thankful
someone once came by
and pushed me to the
First limb.
Silence of the trees
I promised the oaks
I would take their portrait
Such lovely oaks
For Spring I would wait
Blue sky and leaves green
A lovely picture indeed
But in my dream a scream
from many falling trees
I must take their picture today
Forget the coming Spring
But sadly it was too late
The screaming wasn't a dream.
Fields of rye
Fields of Rye
by Johnclarestokes
In the swirling tramp of the rye
The boys in gray march by
By Regiment and rank aligned
The grassy cadence of double time
On home hearth's stir the hop
Tonight the boy's in gray make a stop
Pull the fiddle from the case
Upon the bosom her finest lace
For tomorrow go the boys in gray
Far from the rye's swirling sway.
Olustee Sirens
Olustee Sirens
Run ye men of grey valor
Run from this coming foe
Tis a beautiful siren sallow
To your death you go.
Run ye men of Olustee
Run from this way correct
Tis a beautiful tyranny
Your soul to collect.
Run ye men now gone
Run from this mad field
Tis but a distant old song
To the demons yield.
The Way
The way
They said you must join our way
We do not fly any cross banner
We do not honor old Olustee
We are of a soft, genteel manner.
In our camp we all get along
Waltz and curtsy with civility
Gone the hated Dixie throng
Oh it's so very lovely
Oh the thought of Rebels yelling
Erupting upon our quiet way
It's our history we are re-telling
Not some Southron winning the day!
It is writ
Behold, the days come, saith the Lord GOD, that I will send a famine in the land, not a famine of bread, nor a thirst for water, but of hearing the words of the LORD: Amos 8:11
The ex military beggar sits all day
Holds his illegible cardboard sign
Some think in Revelation he will find
the reason his hearing went away.
Word discarded
US100 and Baya
Days
Oh there are those days
When the heavens are as molten lead
Oh there are those days
When by angels the clouds are led
1/15/22
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