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| Posted: Sat Sep 27th, 2008 02:29 am |
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Dixie Girl Southern Belle 
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Come join me my sisters, My family too. Come join me to see, What bloodshed'll do. T'was fighting, T'was killing, T'was people at war. It hurt and it fought, It hurt and it tore. A family of Brothers, Who walked out the.. Door................... On the bloodied battle ground The wounded screamed and cried They rest amongst their fellow friends That have already died One of these wounded boys Sat up, clinging to life He was our mortal enemy The reason of this strife With all of my compassion I went over to this boy I knelt there down beside him This wounded dying boy His young face all blackened From the silt of gun fire And his young face Was covered in uniform attire His words were mournfully spoken Yet as clear as day He spoke to me his last words In the battle's disarray As I held him crying This innocent young boy I was the last one he saw This wounded dying boy "Oh dear heavenly Father Have great mercy upon me Please help my darling children Live all their life with glee I have sacrificed my life With only them in mind In hopes that their future Will be really kind" I listened to the prayer Of the young and dying boy I wished to see the face of This wounded dying boy "Dear mother" said the dying boy "Forgive me of this sin I was only doing this For my flesh, my blood, my kin Receive me into Heaven For I have done my part For this cursed lost cause I took one in the heart" And I listened still To this young and dying boy To the sad and mournful words of The wounded dying boy "And forgive my brother For what he has done I know that it was h im That he shot me with his gun And help him know that I won't Carry this unto my grave For any man to do this He have to be brave" These last words shocked me Of the close to dying boy The words rang over of The wounded dying boy As his breath escaped him I knew that he was done I reached there beside him And threw away his gun I then pulled him back To the safety of the lines To the mournful sounds of The wounded soldiers whines It then dawned upon me I had not looked upon this boy Whose last words I had just heard The cold and dead young boy But I had a message To give unto his kin So they'd forgive themselves Of this morbid sin I asked around my regiment "Could this be your brother The one you killed today Or does he belong to another?" Curiosity took me over I looked down upon this boy Of the dead reposing from Of the silent dead young boy I then uncovered his face And much to my surprise I found myself gazing into Very familiar eyes Then I sat there shocked The face was none other Then the poor sweet innocent face Of my little brother I then cried and held him tight He was just a boy I had heard the last words Of my cold dead brother boy What horrors have been brought By this wretched war? What could we possibly get From all this blood and gore? I then was filled with regret My heart filled with such remorse Oh why this poor young boy? My conscience then felt course I hunched over him crying This cold and dead young boy He was my only brother This victimized young boy I then spent the night Crying out my eyes Thinking of my brother still And his dying cries How many homes are broken? How many eyes have cried As they held their brother While he screamed and died? How many other men Will see their dying boy? How many older brothers Will bury their brother boy?
____________________ War Means Fighting And Fighting Means Killing - N. B. Forrest When war does come, my advice is to draw the sword and throw away the scabbard." Stonewall Jackson |
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| Posted: Sat Sep 27th, 2008 04:49 am |
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ole Member 
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A very nice poem, Dixie Girl. A very fine start. One of these days (we should live so long), many of us will be saying, "I ran across her when she was just a kid." You have the makings, don't lose them. ole
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| Posted: Sun Sep 28th, 2008 01:09 am |
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Crazy Delawares Member 
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If you wrote that, DG, I AM impressed. That's the kind of thinking I'd like to see in my classrooms! Very good.
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| Posted: Sun Sep 28th, 2008 12:48 pm |
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Dixie Girl Southern Belle
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yet, i wrote it. i write a lot of poems, stories and even a song or two. im so glad y'all like it, i was kinda afraid nobody would
____________________ War Means Fighting And Fighting Means Killing - N. B. Forrest When war does come, my advice is to draw the sword and throw away the scabbard." Stonewall Jackson |
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| Posted: Mon Sep 29th, 2008 10:04 am |
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Dixie Girl Southern Belle
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Falling on my knees. Blood gushing from my tender spleens. I lost the battle of my life. Living like a violent knife. I thought I had power. But the only power I had was in a hour. The honor I gave away. Was nothing like a pain to stay away. Having pride. That you could only divide. Had nothing to do with my mind. But something I should of hide. I let my people down. Falling hard to the ground. Seeing nothing but my only blood. The blood that flooded the mud. What a shame dieing like this. There was nothing to prevent this. But all I see is people dieing. Right in front of my eyes, I thought they were flying. I was the solider of the Civil War. But all I wanted was more. More than freedom, More than fate. But all I see is hate. Its something you had to see. Something more than me. Is the battle of the Civil War.
____________________ War Means Fighting And Fighting Means Killing - N. B. Forrest When war does come, my advice is to draw the sword and throw away the scabbard." Stonewall Jackson |
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| Posted: Tue Sep 30th, 2008 12:24 am |
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Dixie Girl Southern Belle
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Beloved Soldier It was a sad day when that letter came, After that nothing would be the same. He held on to his wife and told her good-bye. He didn't know if he would come home or if he would die. His wife was crying for him, Saying her love would never dim. He promised her he would come back, But confidence in his voice was at a lack. She wanted to believe him, really she had tried. But then she heard the news saying he had died. She was told of his great deeds Of him trying to get home to who he really needs. He saved many lives, but he lost his own. Died on the battlefield; he was not alone. Dead bodies of soldiers were scattered all around. Blood and bullets covered up the ground. It was such a terrible sight, But still the soldiers continued to fight. "Never give up, give it your all. Don't ever be afraid to take the fall. Fight for your country! Fight to be free! You may die, but in vain it wont be." He ended his speech in a powerful way. He didn't know but he would die that day. At his funeral, his wife stood up to speak. Her eyes were red, and she looked weak, "I wanted to tell my husband, I thought he was brave. But know he lies silently in the cold grave. I wanted to tell him, I'm carrying his baby boy. I can just picture his face light up with joy. I'm thankful he was fighting for me, Thankful for keeping our country free." She started to cry, as she stood by his lifeless side Imagining every tear that he had cried. She stayed by his side as the church emptied out; She sang to her beloved soldier who left the world of doubt. "I wont ever forget about you, my love. Watch your boy grow from up above. I know you haven't left me." She knelled down and a hand touched her knee. It was him, the soldier that she knew, The man that love her too. "I love you; I know you'll be alright. To see you like this is a horrible sight. My love, don't remember me like this. It isn't my body I want you to miss. I will be in all of your dreams. I can hear all your screams. Every smile and every tear, I can feel every fear. I will be the warmth by your side. To catch every tear that you cried. I told you I was coming home, So I would have to leave you alone." She put her head down, looked up and he wasn't there. But she knew with out a doubt that he really does care. She stood up and wiped the tears away Knowing he was there to stay.
____________________ War Means Fighting And Fighting Means Killing - N. B. Forrest When war does come, my advice is to draw the sword and throw away the scabbard." Stonewall Jackson |
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| Posted: Tue Sep 30th, 2008 12:25 am |
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Dixie Girl Southern Belle
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When a soldier puts on that uniform, He portrays his courage for us When a soldier awaits his new job He shows his willingness to serve for us The soldier knows that there will be times he will be filled with pride. What he doesn't know is that there is also a dark side. When a soldier sees hundreds die before his eyes, He keeps his courage for us When a soldier lies in a tent in the rain, He forgets his sorrow for us Because alas, he knows what he was sent to do to muffle his cries and be strong for you As a soldier runs across the battlefield, He risks his life for us As a soldier endures the pain of a bullet He showed his determination for us His heart keeps telling him that he must stay strong His brain keeps asking him for how long When a soldier lies in a pool of his own blood He knows he gave his best for us When a soldier dies for us, He is never forgotten.
____________________ War Means Fighting And Fighting Means Killing - N. B. Forrest When war does come, my advice is to draw the sword and throw away the scabbard." Stonewall Jackson |
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| Posted: Tue Sep 30th, 2008 12:27 am |
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Dixie Girl Southern Belle
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Young, exited Soldiers, Prepare themselves for war, They quit their family, Walk out the door. Once arrived, they cock their gun, They never know when it'll be done. On the battlefield, the bullets rip. As well as flesh, not just off the hip. The bullets puncture them, Just like a dart, Fast and furious, right through their heart. They came as men, women as well. They put themselves through pain, They called it hell. Some survived, went home alive. While others didn't, they took a dive. Missed the dodge and took one to the chest. Some of them were the best. Their family now lives in pain, All they can do is reminisce. Off all the good times, all the gain. Their only hope has now been crushed. Of the safe return of their spouse. The coffin buried, Few days later, Tears are shed, Roses are spread. The family prays, for the best, Hoping that they can peacefully rest.
____________________ War Means Fighting And Fighting Means Killing - N. B. Forrest When war does come, my advice is to draw the sword and throw away the scabbard." Stonewall Jackson |
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| Posted: Tue Sep 30th, 2008 04:40 pm |
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Dixie Girl Southern Belle
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so i take it you like em then. im multi-talented and i have a lot of free time, and i found that by writing i can fill it.
____________________ War Means Fighting And Fighting Means Killing - N. B. Forrest When war does come, my advice is to draw the sword and throw away the scabbard." Stonewall Jackson |
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| Posted: Tue Dec 2nd, 2008 01:35 am |
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Dixie Girl Southern Belle
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"It Is the Soldier By Charles M. Province It is the Soldier, not the minister Who has given us freedom of religion. It is the Soldier, not the reporter Who has given us freedom of the press. It is the Soldier, not the poet Who has given us freedom of speech. It is the Soldier, not the campus organizer Who has given us freedom to protest. It is the Soldier, not the lawyer Who has given us the right to a fair trial. It is the Soldier, not the politician Who has given us the right to vote. It is the Soldier who salutes the flag, Who serves beneath the flag, And whose coffin is draped by the flag, Who allows the protester to burn the flag. Last edited on Tue Dec 2nd, 2008 01:35 am by Dixie Girl ____________________ War Means Fighting And Fighting Means Killing - N. B. Forrest When war does come, my advice is to draw the sword and throw away the scabbard." Stonewall Jackson |
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| Posted: Tue Dec 2nd, 2008 01:37 am |
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Dixie Girl Southern Belle
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"What is a Vet? Submitted by Wolf Gang member Mary Garner Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in their eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg - or perhaps another sort of inner steel: a soul forged in the refinery of adversity. Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can't tell a Vet just by looking. What is a Vet? He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel. He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel. She - or he - is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang. He is the POW who went away one person and came back another…or didn't come back AT ALL. He is the Quantico drill instructor that has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs. He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand. He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by. He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep. He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come. He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being, a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs. He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known. So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say “Thank You.” That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded. Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU". found this on the local radio stations website and found it interesting Last edited on Tue Dec 2nd, 2008 01:37 am by Dixie Girl ____________________ War Means Fighting And Fighting Means Killing - N. B. Forrest When war does come, my advice is to draw the sword and throw away the scabbard." Stonewall Jackson |
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| Posted: Tue Dec 2nd, 2008 02:46 am |
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ole Member
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Thank you, Girl. I hope you're satisfied that you managed to choke me up. Ole
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| Posted: Tue Dec 2nd, 2008 12:33 pm |
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Dixie Girl- I don't think you need to worry about how people feel about what you write. You keep writing and posting and we will keep reading. I used to write a lot, but got sidetracked somewhere (about the time I started spending most of my time on a ballfield) but now I am getting the itch again! Thanks for the poems!
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| Posted: Tue Dec 2nd, 2008 02:09 pm |
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Dixie Girl Southern Belle
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ole wrote: Thank you, Girl. I hope you're satisfied that you managed to choke me up. yes sir, im satisfied!!! 
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| Posted: Wed Dec 17th, 2008 01:01 am |
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Dixie Girl Southern Belle
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After the darkest, Night of all nights, After the bloodiest, Fight of all fights, The sun rose upward, Like never before, While bodies of champions, Washed up on shore, Survivors gone home, Still lost after years, With trembling tears, What once was a man, Who stood tall with pride, Is now just a man with memories, Of those who died!
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| Posted: Wed Dec 17th, 2008 01:05 am |
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Dixie Girl Southern Belle
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THE LAND THAT MADE YOU FREE For all of you who hate this war I don't really know what to say What cost of life do you need For a war to be okay? Some poeple say that a war is never right That fighting will never solve a thing But freedom isn't free my friends And i say let freedom ring Now I have some questions For all of you who think this is wrong What is it that you think holds us together? What is it that you think makes us strong? What about the end of slavery? Was that not worth the fight? What about equality? That is now every Americans right? You cry at the death of a soldier And i assure you i cry too But what about those people in the towers? Do they mean nothing to you? So excuse me if I'm wrong But I just don't quite see How you can go around bashing on The land that made you free
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