Who or whom would ever wish <br />To build their dream home <br />Upon Inverness ridge. <br />The last stretch of high ground <br />Overlooking the river, this river <br />This battle would be fought and blood spilled for. <br /> <br />The good General commands us to dig. <br />'Dig fast me boys, for tonight we shall battle <br />The devil, and in the morning, cross that river'. <br />Dig we did, we were specialist diggers <br />Back in 1864 during the civil war. <br /> <br />Sometimes it seems, the war never ended. <br />Listen to them today and tonight. <br />In the back yard, the ghosts of the <br />Fallen dead, rustle with the wind <br />Murmurs in the river. <br /> <br />For those who came, to build their dream home: <br />Have little or no interest in the war that was lost fought and won. <br />Alas and no, thankfully it seems not to matter. <br />However; most home owners as if by instinct will not allow their <br />Children to play along Inverness ridge. <br /> <br />© Calac<br /><br />Chris Lane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inverness-ridge/
