Category Archives: Southern


Tales of the Battle at Shiloh
In eighteen sixty-two
Will always be handed down
By folks who want the truth

Hiram buried family gold
No one knew of its place
He rode to fight the Yankees
To save their southern space

A fierce battle, nobody knows
About his bloody day
Just, Hi Neighbors lost his life
Put down in a mass grave

Now times do swiftly pass on
And few question the fact
The story of a pot of gold
Lost on that family’s tract


Retired sports photographer

When it all gets peaceful
After days of work
Sunday’s been no picnic
Sporting without perks
Moments look so lousy
Next time will be great
So, I’ll keep pressing on
Let darkness reveal fate
And once returning home
We can find that place
Where both of us will share
Margaritas in our space

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