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Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Footsteps Of My Fathers

While on the recent tour of battlefields in the Atlanta area, we had the privilege of visiting historic Oakwood cemetery. Almost 7,000 Confederate dead were interred here, along with a few yankee soldiers. We experienced an interesting sensation while standing in the cemetery. I'm not talking about something weird here, but just understanding that these men died for principles that we still contend for today, and that they gave everything, was a very emotional thought. Here are a few thoughts I jotted down later, in what I believe is prose form.

There they lay, the stalwart men, who fought and died for freedom. From Texas to Virginia, all the states of the Southern nation.
They had come to fight for a heritage forgotten, a covenant broken, a sold inheritance.
They understood what they fought for and gave everything for the freedom of their posterity.
They followed in the footsteps of their fathers.

The headstones in a ragged line, time-stained, remind me of the men they cover.
Men "who could never be disciplined, who would never learn to salute in the brisk fashion,
And yet, as no one will care to deny, was one of the world's very finest fighting men".
Across a narrow space stand the stern ranks of the graves of the invaders.
Men who came from far away and paid the price for their tyranny.
Why did you come?
If slaves indeed you came to free, why did you enslave us?

There I stood, with my father, mother, brothers, sisters.
We are the descendants of these Southern warriors, they fought and died for us.
We live with the consequences of their defeat.
But, if God should bring that glorious day,
When the battle flags once more unfurl,
The Rebel Yell once more heard, as we rise up to take what our Fathers lost.
I pray that I and mine would be in the front,
Once more in the footsteps of my fathers.

The South's gonna rise again!

Deo Vindice.


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5 Comments:

Blogger Mike said...

WOOOOHEEE!!!
A great post with a great poem!

Oakland was definitely a place to behold.

God Bless,
~Mike

November 26, 2008 at 4:49 PM  
Blogger Son3 said...

Excellent.

November 26, 2008 at 5:50 PM  
Blogger Jess said...

Wow! Very, very good.

November 26, 2008 at 7:01 PM  
Blogger Stephen Boyd said...

Well, thank y'all!

November 29, 2008 at 11:54 AM  
Blogger RGM said...

Excellent Stephen! I had chills up my spine. Your poem about the Confederate dead was one of the best I have ever had the priviledge to read. One of my life-long goals is to visit the gravestones of all my Confederate ancestors, from North Carolina, to Georgia, to Florida, and even in Tennessee and Alabama. We must never forget the cause for which our forefathers fought and died.

As our first President said

"The contest is not over, the strife is not ended. It has only entered upon a new and enlarged arena." Jefferson Davis, address to the Mississippi legislature - 16 years after the wars end.

"The principle for which we contend is bound to reassert itself, though it may be at another time and in another form."
Jefferson Davis, CSA


Deo Vindice.
Sic Semper Tyrannis!

RGM

December 15, 2008 at 8:28 PM  

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