Poem – Chichamaga Tennessee

Chickamaga, Tennesse Blades of grass bow low in the wind As it sweeps down off the foothills into the valley A sense of peace and sorrow send Me moving forward hesitantly Age-old woes of freedom rang As the blood of brothers spilled Along the land of torment, with each deafening bang Our country‚Äôs children fell … Continue reading Poem – Chichamaga Tennessee

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