Mississippi Mud

by RainbowSlider   Aug 3, 2006


Confederate wildcats crawling in mud.
Sons of liberty opposing the union.
Human instincts with taste of blood.
Fewer show up at the family reunion.
One tries to survive in the conflict.
A bigger feud than those of yesterday.
One questions rules that are so strict.
Hunters gathering for the war, today.
Civil liberties not taken for granted.
Civilization trudges in the ditches.
Civil unrest with paws empty handed.
Old hickory cracks with new stitches.
Grant and Lee try to decide our fate.
Crawling through swampland and disease.
Mosquitoes with malaria patiently await.
We stop for the night but not at ease.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Isabella

    Yet another exeptional devine poem from you.