Some say there's
ghostly marching
At night....when
shadows creep.
Abe Lincoln wanders
marble halls.
Some say...they've
heard him weep.
The spirit of General
Washington
Is said to be
earth-bound.
Observing the Halls of
Congress-
Where truth cannot be
found!
Brave Thomas Paine is
near insane-
Bereaved by his
Nation's course.
Old "Hickory" rides
down shadowed lanes-
Mustering a ghostly
force!
Pale shadows of Lee and
Traveler-
Whom the Union once
divorced-
Were seen near the
graves of Arlington
Leading John Kennedy's
horse.
In feathers and
paint.... Osceola
Our land's great
Seminole
Leads his band of
Native Americans
Proud warriors....brave
and bold!
From the West march the
"Coolie" railroad men
Whose blood spread our
Nation west-
Brave "Buffalo
Soldiers"...mountain men-
God knows this land was
blessed!
"Over There!"
"Doughboys" of World War One.
Their "Great War's"
victories won-
With Patton's troops-
MacArthur's men
For the siege of
Washington.
And in a place of
honor-
A rag-tag army stands;
Thin and frail....from
the prison camps-
Sad eyes.....and
outstretched hands.
Still proud to fight
for America
Though their souls
can't understand
Why their country left
them there-
In some god-forsaken
land!
A Storm of
Spirits....shore to shore.
Those dead......who
kept us free!
Mustering up a ghostly
force-
Sounding Reveille!!!
They plan to march on
Washington.
Who else would have
more right?
Tom Jefferson's busy
writing
"Neath candles.....of
eerie light.
"Your leaders lack
integrity,
They've lost the
people's trust!
We're whispering ever
to Patriots
Though our
bodies.....long were dust.
It's n'er too
late....we must revive
This Spirit of Our
Birth-
For long as this nation
shall survive-
True Freedom....stalks
the Earth!
It stalks the sleep of
tyrants
Who fear to wake each
morn
To find through
"Freedom's Darkest Night"
Liberty's Child reborn!
Behind the wire called
"Devil's rope"
Inside forced-labor
camps
We whisper words to
kindle hope-
New Fire! For
Freedom's Lamp!
Can you hear us ring
old Liberty's Bell?
Ghost drums .....as our
troops advance?
You've drawn too deep
from "Freedom's Well"
And.....this is your
last chance!
And if there's no
tomorrow-
Our unseen Army waves
The Flag.....once proud
Old Glory
O'er Freedom's Hallowed
Grave!!!!!"
Copyright 1984
Marsha Burks Megehee
