Virginia Gentry would like to extend a warm welcome to TRE and Chandler Grey. We hope you enjoy this edition of Southern Verse. — J.R. Dunmore, EIC
Sprung By @CarolopolisTRE on X Count your dead. Eyes affixed over threshing floor Where dove flutter stalk to line: darting figure Alight and chase, air soon columbine. Sunflowers desire-dried downcast rattle; Former selves rapture-age whisper wise Affection; keen vision over and above Propelled according to right reason, With intelligent balancing; tuck into Sorghum row, make it nice and neat. Shield me, bring peace beyond understanding. Robert E. Lee By Stephen Vincent Benét The man was loved, the man was idolized, The man had every just and noble gift. He took great burdens and he bore them well, Believed in God but did not preach too much, Believed and followed duty first and last With marvellous consistency and force, Was a great victor, in defeat as great, No more, no less, always himself in both, Could make men die for him but saved his men Whenever he could save them was most kind But was not disobeyed was a good father, A loving husband, a considerate friend. She Who Slays By Chandler Grey (@Greys_Ghosts on X) She walks among the lilies By the water, to and fro Soft hands placed on hard scythe She hungers for a soul When harvest time draws near Her blade must surely dole From th’waters to the fields She reaps from pole to pole Oh, death be such a mistress So baleful, subtle, fair Your life, yes she could end this Reaping wheat along with tares
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