Shenandoah

Shenandoah, why do you weep so?
Why do your tears streak
even deeper than earth?

Don’t you cry for me,
Shenandoah.
Shore your tears,
belay your fears,
save the best for Dixie.

Where once the tune of men
did play to heirs of souls,
and valor reigned above
the stench of graves below,
find thy heart, my dearest,
sing from deepest breast,
pity not for self,
sweet Shenandoah,
but for those who do not know.

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© 2014 John Allen Richter

A pittance offering to the great poets at Tuesday’s Open Link night at dversepoets.com

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About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

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