Mee Maw told me
when I was little
a tale 'bout a war
that we call civil
my Great-great-
great-great-Grandfather
Fought for Uncle Sam
in that damn slaughter
He served the country
he loved to the fullest
and the battlefield filled
with blood and bullets
the bodies dropped
like leaves in Autumn
but he fought and fought
til the Confederates caught'im
they brought'im on down
to Andersonville
he musta felt like he fell
and landed in hell
while surrounded by walls
that were built by slaves
thousands were killed
and filled the graves
they got ill with the plague
or shot by the guards
times got real hard
and a lot of them starved
the water dried up
when summertime came
and my Grandfather cried
"All I Want is some RAIN!"
he dropped like a tear
to his knees with a prayer
but before he finished
he could see in the air-
a thunderstorm forming
up above the prison
his prayer was rewarded-
for the Lord had listened
A lightning bolt struck
a spot nearby
and a geyser erupted
and shot to the sky
the prisoners jumped up
and danced and sang
they named that spot
the Providence Spring
For the Lord gave them water
to drink and to bathe
and my Great-great-great-great grandfather
was thankfully saved.
1 comment:
This is a true story that my Grandma gave me a while ago. I felt especially obligated to versefy if because she got Alzhiemers a few years ago and doesn't remember much. I want to pass on these stories to my grandchilden and their's and so on. I feel that if my great-great-great-great-great grandfather didn't survive, I might not be the person I am today, but thankfully everything worked out.
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