1860 Cries From Grave's 1865 Poem by JOE POEWHIT
1860 Cries From Grave's 1865
In lines we stood.
Cause against cause - woods.
BLUE & GREY were we.
America's hemorrhage - free.
Whitman's dead leaves abound.
Soldier's fallen upon grounds.
A free man President.
Martin King's dream - GOD sent.
Our bone's - history - time.
A light - liberty - onward shines.
CRIES FROM GRAVE'S
[[[[ I feel President Lincoln would tell
President elect, OBAMA - AMERICA -
UNION - CARRY ON ]]]]
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'Union- Carry on'...that's the message you give to Obama there...brilliant piece...an advice worthy to follow up...thanks Joe...10
Martin King's dream - GOD sent. it touche me. stylishly written. shan
the cataclysmic events of days long gone past...well remembered and well penned very nice its a moot point what lessons were or were not learned great lines in any case cheers
Joe, well penned my friend.10+ from me and thanks for sharing. HJ
Each man who bore or bears the burden of the presidency Is open to criticism for his actions or inaction. No man is capable of being perfect in everbody's eye. History will judge
A nice dedication to one's country. The presidents of yesteryears grudgingly would say 'hey Obama take the rope and pass it on to the next...mind you pass it good, OK?
that''s a nice interesting piece indeed....'bob the builder can we fix it, bob the builder yes we can'...nice piece indeed thanks, liked it very much
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12/5/2025 8:20:25 AM # 1.0.0
presidents past and present carry the can