James R Barrick Poems

A tear for 'the dark and bloody ground,'
For the land of hills and caves;
Her Kentons, Boones, and her Shelbys sleep
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Though other lands may boast of skies
Far deeper in their blue,
Where flowers, in Eden's pristine dyes,
Bloom with a richer hue;
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Ye batteries of Beauregard!
Pour hail from Moultrie's wall;
Bid the shock of your deep thunder
On their fleet in terror fall;
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