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The Messenger |
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"I'm tired, Mamma"
The little boy begged "Let me go
play
Just for a few minutes today
I'll just be down
the lane a ways."
What he saw there left him in a daze
The troops walked slowly
Slowly enough for him to see
They wore dusty coats of blue
That was when he thought it
could be true
Things he had heard... Rumors of being free
The boy ran.... with tears on his face
Cotton field sweat
still on his brow
Faster, he went... Even faster now
Smoke from Atlanta was strong on the wind
"Mamma, Mamma
the cannons are coming
And they're surely going to win
The Army's on the road just behind me"
He grasped her
hand and slapped his knee
"Mamma... Mamma, we're all
going to be free" |
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By Faye Sizemore
Copyright 2008
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February 22, 2012 |
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About
Author...
Faye Sizemore makes her home in the beautiful foothills of South Carolina with Grant, the love of her life, as well as three dogs, two cats, two parakeets and four nanny goats. Grant is a Vietnam Veteran having served with the US Marines in 1968-69 and is, of course, Faye's muse. Faye is deeply interested in Veterans' Affairs and Veterans' Causes. She is very proud of Grant and her poetry is an off-shoot of that pride.
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