Faye Sizemore


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 Southlands’ 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-Wills’ song
Performed in the twilights dew
And later on in the morning mists
The Mocking Birds will sing it anew

This poem was inspired by “Voices
©Copyright June 8, 2009 by Alan L. Winters