Muted In Song

I can hear the South singing.

Its melody running through the pines

And giant Magnolia trees

It sings of heroes and martyrs

Softly upon the breeze

From the Virginias to the Smokies

Through The Cumberland Gap

And East to Weldon Bridge

On southward to the Blue Ridge

It sings of cotton chopping

Green tobacco fields

And share cropping

For meager yields

It sings of heroes

Never forgotten or forlorn

But still revered today

As it hums upon its way

Its melody strengthens

And continues to mourn and yearn

Down around Georgia’s Atlanta

Remembrance of when she did burn

The Southland’s song is strong

And it continues on

The sadness and tears

Still discerned after all these years

It sings of its sons…black and white

Those who went on to fight

In two World Wars…Korea and Vietnam

And those now at the Mid-East’s doors

It is heard in the Whip-Poor-Will’s song

Performed in the twilights dew

And later on in the morning mists

The Mocking Birds will sing it anew

©June 9, 2009

Faye Sizemore

Inspired By Alan Winters ~"Voices"

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"In the End, we will remember not the words

of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."
- Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968)

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