The Gray Ghost

After the sun has gone down
at the end of the day,
and all of the children
have stopped with their play,

When Pauline Clarke Mosby
has paid us a visit,
the children sit around
all ready to listen.

For on this very night,
in all of the year,
people slept away,
their dreams without fear.

On this cold, dark night
in the year 1863,
John Mosby's and his mens horses
trotted with glee.

They went along,
not waking a soul,
for they made no such noise
where Mosby planned to go.

Just a few hours later
on the other side of town,
General John H. Morgan's men
were finally brought down.

In another time
in August 1864,
all the food and goods
couldn't be found anymore.

Sugar could not be purchased
and milk was scarce to find.
Along came Colonel Mosby with his men
trailing from behind.

They trotted down the street,
broke into a Suttler store
and in the darkened building was found
milk and much, much more.

The victory was completed
without a single bang.
Colonel Mosby and his men
gathered around and gladdly sang:

"When I can shoot my riffle clear
at Yankees on the roads,
I'll bid farewell to rags and tags
and live on Suttler's loads."

It was extremely hot
on this cloudless day
when the sounds of guns
gave the Yankees away.

Mosby and his men
slowly crept up,
and sooner than later
some Yankees were caught.

Mounting swiftly on their horses
they rode to Bull Run,
like Robin Hood and his merrymen
attempting to have some fun.

At Colonel Mosby's death
in the year 1916,
Virginia did forgive him
and he was finally redeemed.

Virginia was quite
and the grass was green
when the people gather at the grave site
together began to sing:

"The circling seasons come and go,
springs down and autumns set,
and winter, with it's drifted snow,
repays the summer's debt:

And song of birds and hint of bloom
are happy and bright as when,
those gallant lads rode to their doom
long since with Mosby's men."

They call Colonel Mosby the Gray Ghost
for he was never caught
and when the Civil War was over
Colonel John Singleton Mosby was a name no one soon forgot.

So now you know the stories, children,
about Mosby and his men.
We bid farewell to all the tales
until we meet again.

Reviews

[Pratibha]

this is one awesome poem...lively and what positivity....!!
I wish i knew more about him...can u tell me