Southern Poetry
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"When I consider Southern Poetry, the soft breeze of grace and majesty of the Old South comes back, like a long ago paradise of flowers, cotton fields, hanging trees and song birds, a sweat smelling savour. Christian Southern Gentlemen and their Ladies Fair, their majestic columned plantation homes; happy children playing before them. But I am reminded also of Confederate Warriors suited for battle, in long grey columns, defending our Southern homeland. Southern Poetry allows me to relive as it were, our history, heritage and culture, like a weary warrior returning for a respite from the ravages of war, but for a moment, return to the splender, grace and the nobility, a collective memory burried deep within the heart of the South."
Return with us now to a more calmer and serene time of Christian Confederate Warriors and their ladies fair, of plantation homes, song birds and hanging trees. Come with us and take a respite, if but for a moment in time, as the Ole South and the Confederacy live again, in all their glory, splendor and grace.
They fought and died, to set us free.
Those honored Soldiers, till this day;
Dress in glorious, shades of gray.
Our cause is lost, is what they said;
Patriot Soldiers, fought and bleed.
The crisis came, they stood to fight;
Charged the foe, with all their might.
If they were here, to make a stand;
They'd once again, defend our land.
Confederate Soldiers, will once more;
Return and fight, just like before.
They fought the war, then laid to rest.
Time has come, there is no choice;
Again we rise, with just one voice.
Approaching bootsteps, coming near.
The day will come, to do the right;
We'll turn again, to stand and fight.
Confederate Soldiers, heaven's grace;
It's now for us, to take your place.
The sound of thunder, I now can hear;
Men in Gray, their approach is clear.
Precious Lord, we plead our cause;
An humble prayer, we now will pause.
On bended knees, we neal in place;
Before Thy Throne, we rest our case.
By Thomas E. Guinn
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On Holy Ground The Southern Cross
In the midst of all the political correctness and modern living, we have left behind the joy of a more graceful time. Somehow in our technological age with all of the gadgetry, instant information and Hollywood entertainment, we have forgotten the honor, duty, country and faith that allowed our forefathers as well as our foremothers to stand together, as a single people.
These are matters of the heart, and must be recaptured first, if we are to rekindle the spirit of that long ago time. The word Confederate and Southern must become sonorous with deeply held principle and values. Those same principles and values, which even now, are buried deep with the heart of the Confederate People, and reflected in the memory of a lost paradise.
In an age where masses of people migrate from place to place, the term Southern must mean more then having by happen-chance, been born within the geographic limits of the South. The word must come to stand for the honor, grace and all those higher virtues identified with the old South and the Confederacy, in the modern context of our times.
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