OUT OF THE EAST

  OUT OF THE EAST


Out of Richmond
At the break of dawn,
On a dusty road
Leading to Appomattox town,

A nurse on her stallion rode home.
A long the way
They passed Southerners
Shot, bloated and dead.

Sprung from swift hooves
They go thundering by,
Leaving dust from the road
Rising into the sky,

Crafting a trail as a comet,
Shot from the mouths
Of a thousand cannons.
Rushing for home, faster and faster

The rebellion foreboding
For Southerners then and forever,
The Civil War,
Is finally over.
                                           THE END

KARL WALLACE

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