Walkin down the timeless sound, of how the west was won <br />Keepin’ fight to win what’s right for badge of job well done <br />With sheriff’s way on town astray, to save a mother’s son <br />The start of heart with northern part the south said witha gun <br /> <br />So west regressed into a mess, as southern started south <br />To keep control for fair to roll to all of southern mouth <br />We do what’s best for all the rest, secede the north from south <br />While power lay in northern way we doubt the union’s clout <br /> <br />Standin’ tall, a force to fall, ot’ not reckoned with <br />A southern turn to safely yearn combined into a myth <br />United States collaborates, division without scythe <br />The might of north and fight of south ignited without myth <br /> <br />We stride with pride while walkin’ tall, we come together loud <br />Soul of whole to win battle of what we all hold proud <br />The southern sings n’ northern rings, a loss of life endowed <br />The highest might protecting right to fight as we have vowed<br /><br />Paul Moosberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-southern-turn/
