This would have been more appropriate for Veterans' Day, but this is for the 4th of July and all those who defend our freedom.
The Price
Boxes of innocence – graves – lined up – row upon row upon row— white scepters arising out of the fields where once General Robert E. Lee looked over his plantation's summer harvests.
This is not the white innocence of cotton, clouded by sweat drawn from black mens' backs, who, broken into enslaved submission, worked to clothe a nation, to feed factories for England's fabric mills.
Nor are these white scepters of hope, crosses pushing up and out of the ground against a stark barren sky on a grey February afternoon on a cold snowy day where we have come to bury my father-in-law.
This is the whiteness of innocence: generations of the young laid to rest, side by side, war upon war, dividing up the lots of a once mighty plantation reduced to shielding the dead, whose acres – once fine green fields of waving tobacco and corn – now only harvest pain, fear, retribution, and love.
And this – this is the ultimate price of freedom.
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c. D K F Compton
Note: After the War Between the States, Robert E. Lee’s plantation Arlington, originally owned by his wife’s family, was seized by the U.S. Government and became Arlington Cemetery, where all soldiers who have served in war may be buried. The "Official" order establishing the cemetery was actually signed by the Secretary of War on June 15, 1864. William Henry Christman (1843-May 13, 1864), a Union soldier, was the first soldier buried in Arlington National Cemetery. He died in a Washington area hospital and was subsequently buried there. He lies in Section 27, which was originally The Lee Rose Garden.
This would have been more appropriate for Veterans' Day, but this is for the 4th of July and all those who defend our freedom.
The Price
Boxes of innocence – graves – lined up – row upon row upon row— white scepters arising out of the fields where once General Robert E. Lee looked over his plantation's summer harvests.
This is not the white innocence of cotton, clouded by sweat drawn from black mens' backs, who, broken into enslaved submission, worked to clothe a nation, to feed factories for England's fabric mills.
Nor are these white scepters of hope, crosses pushing up and out of the ground against a stark barren sky on a grey February afternoon on a cold snowy day where we have come to bury my father-in-law.
This is the whiteness of innocence: generations of the young laid to rest, side by side, war upon war, dividing up the lots of a once mighty plantation reduced to shielding the dead, whose acres – once fine green fields of waving tobacco and corn – now only harvest pain, fear, retribution, and love.
And this – this is the ultimate price of freedom.
.
c. D K F Compton
Note: After the War Between the States, Robert E. Lee’s plantation Arlington, originally owned by his wife’s family, was seized by the U.S. Government and became Arlington Cemetery, where all soldiers who have served in war may be buried. The "Official" order establishing the cemetery was actually signed by the Secretary of War on June 15, 1864. William Henry Christman (1843-May 13, 1864), a Union soldier, was the first soldier buried in Arlington National Cemetery. He died in a Washington area hospital and was subsequently buried there. He lies in Section 27, which was originally The Lee Rose Garden.
You are very welcome. To attend a funeral there can be very dramatic, especially on a cold February day, with the snow pounding, watching our Marines fold and re-fold the flag to give to the widow/widower of a fallen veteran.
I hope that you will contribute, read, and comment in the future.
Have a safe and happy 4th of July.
Dianne
You are very welcome. To attend a funeral there can be very dramatic, especially on a cold February day, with the snow pounding, watching our Marines fold and re-fold the flag to give to the widow/widower of a fallen veteran.
I hope that you will contribute, read, and comment in the future.
I originally wrote this in SA and added the info for their benefit, but was surprised by the number of people in the US who were not aware of this punishment to Lee. Being from VA, I am, of course, aware it it.
Thank you for reading and commenting. I hope you will contribute (especially about history) and continue to comment.
Peace,
Dianne
I originally wrote this in SA and added the info for their benefit, but was surprised by the number of people in the US who were not aware of this punishment to Lee. Being from VA, I am, of course, aware it it.
Thank you for reading and commenting. I hope you will contribute (especially about history) and continue to comment.
I originally wrote and published this piece in South Africa in honor of our young people dying in Iraq when President Bush would no longer allow coffins of our soldiers to be shown on American TV.
It was inspired by the death of my father-in-law, a Master Sergeant in the Army; my brothers, who all did their time in service; men I have known and loved, whose ghosts from 'Nam continue to haunt them.
A visit to the Wall in DC inspired this. A veil of tears. And a truth we can never ignore--that those who fight for us protect what we have, protect what other's have.
In our mixed-up, upside down economy, remembering those who have fallen, and those who have not, who are still persevering, to protect our freedoms, a remembrance that we WERE founded on freedom and love. And to the future--those who will still fall again.
I am a professional copy/tech writer, but poetry is my passion. I am going to be published (not self-published) in the real. It doesn't pay, but it's always good to be blessed. Poetry has blessed me, opened my soul, heightened my senses, freed me from sins and pains of the past (and, yes, we all DO carry baggage).
Please consider this a safe place to post your thoughts, feelings, happiness, joy, humor, AND the dark. Doing so will release it. I know.
I am Dianne. I appreciate your reading. I welcome your thoughts, feelings, and critique. If something should inspire you to express your own feelings, please know that this is a safe place to do so. That is what I do.
And you bless me.
.
I originally wrote and published this piece in South Africa in honor of our young people dying in Iraq when President Bush would no longer allow coffins of our soldiers to be shown on American TV.
It was inspired by the death of my father-in-law, a Master Sergeant in the Army; my brothers, who all did their time in service; men I have known and loved, whose ghosts from 'Nam continue to haunt them.
A visit to the Wall in DC inspired this. A veil of tears. And a truth we can never ignore--that those who fight for us protect what we have, protect what other's have.
In our mixed-up, upside down economy, remembering those who have fallen, and those who have not, who are still persevering, to protect our freedoms, a remembrance that we WERE founded on freedom and love. And to the future--those who will still fall again.
I am a professional copy/tech writer, but poetry is my passion. I am going to be published (not self-published) in the real. It doesn't pay, but it's always good to be blessed. Poetry has blessed me, opened my soul, heightened my senses, freed me from sins and pains of the past (and, yes, we all DO carry baggage).
Please consider this a safe place to post your thoughts, feelings, happiness, joy, humor, AND the dark. Doing so will release it. I know.
I am Dianne. I appreciate your reading. I welcome your thoughts, feelings, and critique. If something should inspire you to express your own feelings, please know that this is a safe place to do so. That is what I do.