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usadeepsouth.com Civil War on Carmack's Farm by Lori C. Byington Ghosts of our war make their way down the hill In search of the pond that's gone dry; They've no notice of me as I watch them glide midst gnarly trees enveloped in fluorescent. As the boys trudge, the mist accompanies them like a sentry Sent by God to guide those who cannot see the light; Where are they going? Where is their home? Are they Union or Confederate born? Are they brothers in arms or brothers as men? Does their momma await in the corn? In the mist when the sun has set behind the Holstons If the air is still and the temperature is low, Boys of our war, their faces smudged by powder from their weapons, Trudge their way in search of their home. They've no notice of me as I cry for their souls While I watch in the crisp autumn night. Where are they going? Where is their home? Are they Union or Confederate born? Are they brothers in arms or brothers in blood? Oh! Their momma is waiting in the corn. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lori Crockett Byington hails from Bristol, Tennessee. She is married to Mark Byington, and they have a nine year old son, Lee. She received her BA degree from King College ('85), where she is now an instructor in English, and earned her MA from East Tennessee State University ('87). Lori loves to write, snow ski, cook, ride and work with her horse, and spend time with family and friends. Want to leave a comment for Lori Byington? Please visit our Message Board or write Ye Editor at bethjacks@hotmail.com. Thanks! Back to USADEEPSOUTH index page