Faye Sizemore


Spring in the south
Begins with ghostly white dogwoods…
Standing sentinel…
Along the paths
Of forgotten battlefields
Shimmering in the wind
From the vibes of long ago skirmishes
Their flowers tipped maroon
As with dried blood
From the soldiers that bled
For home and family
In a war of brother against brother
A bluebird pauses on a branch
And sings a sad… sad song…
In memory of that troubled time
And flying away he dips his wings…
A salute…
In honor of those brave souls
Who fought valiantly on both sides…