OUT OF THE WEST
Out of the west At the break of dawn There was a dusty rutted road
That
leads to Appomattox Town. The dead Southerners bloated and shot
Lay strewn around.
Sprung from the
swift hooves
A horse goes thundering by Leaving
behind dust from the road Rose smoking from the mouth of a
cannon.
A nurse and her horse
rode home that day
Like
the trail of a comet, sweeping faster
And faster, the rebellion over, Foreboding
for the losers, now and forever
The
American Civil War Was
over.
DR. KARL WALLACE DDS To read more Dr Wallace
poems go to: karlwallaceblog.blogspot.com
