A Place of Rest |
Lay me down beneath Virginia's sky Not too bad a place as soldiers lie Salute me smartly under October's sun Quiet company halt, no where to run Haunt the hillsides never to be at rest Gave the nation over its youthful best From the shores of France to Vietnam's jungle Soldiers suffered from foreign policy bungles Mrs. Lee's house upon that yonder hill oversees the bones Civil War long left to chill A silent mourner cries softly at my grave Though she did care not one was saved 24 lines |