Southern Poetry
"When I consider Southern Poetry, a soft breeze of the grace and majesty of the
Old South comes back, like a long ago paradise of flowers, cotton fields, hanging
trees and songbirds, a sweat savor. Christian Southern Gentlemen and their Ladies
Fair, majestic columned plantation homes; happy children playing before them! But
I am reminded also of Christian Confederate Warriors suited for battle, in long
gray lines, defending our Southern homeland. Southern Poetry allows me to relive
as it were, our history, heritage and culture, like a weary warrior returning home
for a respite from the ravages of war, if only for a moment, returning to the
splendor, grace and the nobility, a collective memory buried deep within the heart
of the South."
Silver Knights
Ye aging knights of silver grey;
We ask you not to fade away.
Though your hair has turn to white;
Your weary bones no more to fight.
While at last the time has come;
You ride into the setting sun.
Then again you ride once more;
On honoured fields just like before.
When at last you need your rest;
The South will face its greatest test.
Oh Elder Knights all clad in grey;
Lead the charge into the fray.
Our Confederate Nation ask of thee;
Ride once more and set us free.
Silver Knights have walked this land;
In golden years they make a stand.
Almighty God we plead with thee;
Give them strength that we might see.
Stand with them we pray this day;
Our aging warriors all clad in grey.
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