Faye Sizemore

STILL… ON A SOUTHERN PORCH

Little cemeteries are bordered
by mighty oak and pine
Here and there are stones marked “CSA”
All weathered by wind and time
The old people still talk of hardships
Of great-grandmothers
Who took on loneliness’’ chore
Of great –grandfathers who went off to war
Of soldiers who left the plow
At a time when history was bleak
It was no course for the weak
The battlefields are parks
And shopping centers now
They speak of them with pride
And in respect… their heads bow
Yes… the echoes and sobs of an old war
are still heard around here
And the tune “Dixie”
Is always playing somewhere…