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Along the banks of Bull Run lived –
At what became the scene
Of two Manassas battlefields –
A farmer named McLean. 

The fighting was so near, a shell
Crashed through a window pane.
It did not kill a man that day,
But Wilmer’s hopes were slain. 

Then, Wilmer had enough of War
And he moved far away
Where battle’s sounds would never reach,
Untouched by Blue and Gray. 

‘Twas Appomattox Court House where
He chanced to choose a farm.
No bullets flew to chase men there,
In its calm rural charm. 

But Lee, outnumbered by Grant’s men
Like fox by many hounds,
Fled to the new place Wilmer chose –
Onto its very grounds. 

At Appomattox Station was
The nearest shot and shell.
And Lee, surrounded, his men starved
Gave up the Civil Hell. 

Into the parlor first was Lee,
And Grant soon took a chair.
War-weary Wilmer hosted them,
And Gray surrendered there. 

McLean fled War, but following
It acted with caprice.
Though War came to his farm’s door, it
Became a house of peace.


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2019.




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Turn Your Head, Please

Sign posted
So none’s embarrassed –
Bare Swimming.



The End Of The Western

Pilot rides
Into the sunset
Like cowboy.




Golden heads
Waving in the wind –
The world’s bread.


Turn – photo by Andreas Krappweis at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nVItqYe/Brown+Bear+swimming

Western – photo by Marja Flick-Buijs at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mfkED72/Airplane+sunset+illustration

Wheat – photo by Agnes Scholiers at  http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/o7HMk7o/Wheat


* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.




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