Please Don't Tell Aunt MarthaA Poem by Samuel DickensA Civil War poemI did my best, oh mother dear, the cruel war to survive knowin’ that you’d need your son, since papa up’t and died I thought we’d run them Yankees back, right north into Missouri it’d only take a week or two; no need was there for worry Two thousand strong, we left Fort Smith, marching toward Cane Hill and that is where we found Blunt’s men and blood began to spill It wasn’t like I thought it’d be, I’m very sad to say cause somethin' happens to your soul when murder has its way Killin’ ain’t a natural thing that good folks ought to do and that is why my finger froze when I seen cousin Hugh I know he never saw my face, but just a suit of grey so please don't tell Aunt Martha who put me in my grave © 2015 Samuel DickensAuthor's Note
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Added on July 2, 2010Last Updated on May 30, 2015 AuthorSamuel DickensAlma, ARAboutGreetings, all. I'm a seventy-six year-old father of three sons who enjoys writing, art, music, motorcycles, cooking, and a few other things. From 1967 to 1988, I served in the US Navy, where I travel.. more..Writing
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