GEDDON CREEK

LEGIONS DID COME,

LEGIONS DID STAY,

FORGET IT NOT,

THAT INFAMOUS DAY.

 

THE DAY THEY MET,

THE BOLD THE MEEK,

ON THE WESTERN ARM,

OF GEDDON CREEK.

 

THEY MARCHED WITH HOPE,

THEY SANG WITH PRIDE,

AS DID, BROTHERS AND KIN,

THOSE, ON THE OTHER SIDE

 

BATTLE HYMNS,

THEN, HEAVEN SENT;

ODES, NOW-

FORLORN ODES, OF LAMENT.

 

MEN , A FEW, BOYS MOST.

CHILDREN OF YESTERDAY;

SOME FROM NEAR,

MOST, FAR AWAY.

 

DID DESTINY DEEM,

FATE TO SEEK,

THAT TRAGIC COURSE,

TO GEDDON CREEK?

 

PICKETS ON GUARD,

AS RIDERS SCOW,

HILLS AND VALLEYS,

HUMBLE THEN- HALLOWED NOW.

 

EACH SIDE, THE OTHER,

IN DESPERATION, WOULD SEEK.

TILL SATAN, DID PICK,

OUR OWN LITTLE CREEK.

 

SHOTS RANG CLEAR,

BUGLES DID BLARE.

OMINOUS SIGNALS,

HARBINGERS OF DESPAIR.

 

CROSS THE CREEK!

NO SOUL SHALL YE SPARE!

ORDERS, TO SLAY THEM,

THE ONES, OVER THERE.

 

THOUSANDS CONVERGED,

THEN A THOUSAND MORE.

THEY KILLED AND DIED,

BOTH, O'ER AND O'ER.

 

LEGIONS FORMED,

AS LEGIONS WERE FELLED.

OUR CREEK, CRIMSON,

ITS WATERS SWELLED.

 

FIRE, SMOKE AND STEEL,

CHURNED, WITH A ROAR,

MORTALS AND MOUNTS,

IN A CAULDRON OF GORE.

 

SEEDS OF A NATION,

SEWN TO THE WIND,

O'ER FIELDS, FALLOW NOW,

GREEN, OH SO GREEN THEN.

 

KING ARTHUR'S COURT.

DREAMS WITHOUT TEARS,

ON OUR LITTLE CREEK,

TOGETHER, O'ER THE YEARS.

 

KNIGHTS IN ARMOR,

INJUNS WILD,

ROBINHOOD.

DREAMS OF A CHILD.

 

FOLLOWING THE HEART,

NONE WOULD STAY.

EACH TO GO,

HIS LONELY WAY.

 

FIELDS OF OUR YOUTH.

TEN THOUSAND TODAY,

IN THE WOOD OF OUR DREAMS,

ABANDONED, COLD WILL LAY.

 

STEEL TRAMPLING FLESH,

BELOW THE MIGHTY, SWIFT SWORD,

AS UPON THE VINTAGE, WHERE,

THE GRAPES OF WRATH ARE STORED.

 

MORTALS, STUMPS AND STEEDS,

CONVULSED, WRITHING, LAY.

THE BLEST, GONE,

YET TO DIE, ANOTHER DAY.

 

JIMMY, PATCHES, BOBBY JO,

PIRATES, CROSS BONES,

SOLDIER BOYS,

TOMBSTONES.

 

FIELDS OF CROSSES,

MARKERS FOR SOME,

OTHERS, IN THE MIST,

REST, YET TO COME.

 

WITH OUR MOTHER'S EYES,

BILLY BOY, YOUNG AND FAIR,

NO, LORD, NOT THOSE EYES,

EYES I CLOSED, OVER THERE!

 

I, - HERE AM I.

HERE, ALAS, HERE IN PART;

THE PART, OF THE FLESH,

OR THAT OF THE HEART?

 

MIST O' THE MORN,

OUR MAGIC CARPET RIDE,

WAXES, EVER DENSE NOW,

CONSPIRING, THE TRUTH TO HIDE.

 

I PRAY THE LORD, NOW,

MY SOUL TO TAKE.

IF EVER IN THE MIST,

MY WAY, ALONE, I MUST MAKE

 

O'ER THE ROAR OF THE FIRE,

IN THE BURNING MIND,

EVER THE VOICE,

SOFT, SWEET, SO KIND.

 

LO, THAT, FIRE UPON MY BROW,

YET, SO COOL THE HAND.

VISIONS STILL, OR TRULY YOURS?

THE HAND, THE GOLDEN BAND?

 

E'R I DIE BEFORE I WAKE,

I PRAY:  AGAIN, WE MEET.

TO LOVE, AS THEN,

ON THAT- ARM OF GEDDON -CREEK.