April Ninth
It was in the April time...
After the winters` chill
that General Lee surrendered
and bowed to the Union’s will
Appomattox was a...long...
long way from Caroline
and fire-scorched Georgia pine
but that was not on their mind
...They could at last go home
No longer from their families be
gone
Home…where the freed man had a
voice
And their loved ones did rejoice
April is a month that remembers
You feel it in the spring wind’s
tremors
The dogwoods are still blooming
white
Just as they did on that long
ago night
And the Wisteria...
The wisteria still
grows...weeping
through the Magnolia trees...
weeping lavender tears...in
memory...
of the South upon Her knees
Echoes of old cannons` fire
Still refusing to retire...
Still gives off a vibration
Of the War that split a nation
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