Saw
some quilts constructed
In the Civil Wartime years,
One made by a soldier,
Not as strange as it appears.
In the Civil Wartime years,
One made by a soldier,
Not as strange as it appears.
Cloth
was cut from uniforms,
With both sides represented –
Harmony in textiles
Way before some men repented.
With both sides represented –
Harmony in textiles
Way before some men repented.
Wonder
what that soldier thought
While sewing up his stitches,
Maybe as he hid himself
In foxholes or in ditches?
While sewing up his stitches,
Maybe as he hid himself
In foxholes or in ditches?
Was
he thinking of his home,
His family or his honey?
Worrying about the war
Or keeping warm or money?
His family or his honey?
Worrying about the war
Or keeping warm or money?
Could
he ever picture
That the quilt that he created
Would be hung in a museum
With admirers belated?
That the quilt that he created
Would be hung in a museum
With admirers belated?
As
I wandered the exhibit
I was taken back in time
Where my musings and imaginings
Were stitched into this rhyme.
I was taken back in time
Where my musings and imaginings
Were stitched into this rhyme.
reading this, suddenly i heard the poem to the tune of 'mine eyes have seen the glory' - julia ward's civil war poem. strange cosmic unconscious connection. just her first line (mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord) but those match every two lines.....try it....weird!
ReplyDeleteha! yes, i had no idea about that, but it does work!
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