This is something my mind just ventured into right now...so I wrote this piece OTS....


A crackling flame pops loud within the mantle
and my father sits silently in a trans
watching the fire as it place its hypnotic spell
Wondering what he was seeing,
I sat and just stared quietly along his side
and drifted off, like him, as well

Oh, my father was a great man and soldier
but after the Battle of Bull Run he became different
he tuned out all the noises of the world
and calmly ignored everyone

His conscience malingered in constant dreams
and I know he battled with himself ev'ry day
Only time, I thought, could cure his misery
But a few years passed, I was wrong

After the fighting stopped in Gettysburg
my father traveled to see the damage
He fell to his knees as he found
a Confederate brethren
the soldiers dead, cold stare
gave shivers down my spine
and I began to understand
what was truly happening
Vivamus mea Lesbia, atque amemus,
rumoresque senum seueriorum
omnes unius aestimemus assis!