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Melody
15 January, 2003
Author: Mark Spencer

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Melody, I write to you once more,
as the land is torn by civil war.
I fear that it may not survive.

You should know, A battle may begin,
a clash that neither side can win.
I may not make it home alive.

Melody, don't let our son forget
the father he's never met.
I wish this war would end today.

Think of me, and we won't be apart.
I will live within your heart.
Don't let my memory fade away.

Melody, the hour is getting late,
and I must go to meet my fate.
Union soldiers are all around.

Pray for me. Should I confront my death,
I'll speak your name with my last breath,
before they put me in the ground.

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Martin Vann (65.57.57.25) -- Friday, January 17 2003, 07:44 pm

You made me feel, Like I knew who they were & I like them both!

I truly, love history, pirates and thieves, men and women of courage, your poem stands them in front of me. I can feel and see "his" situation, he must have felt so, all alone and far from home. Of course, he and Melody are gone. But I think she would thank you for delivering his message, written so long ago, of course, he has told her by now.

I am a romantic, I can emerse myself in this poem, its about times gone by, or have they? Read "The Call" by the dreamer, I think your man, heard that call!

Very impressed with you ability to bring a past love back to life. I would never have known Melody or him, had it not been for your poem!

I would like to know what was the inspiration for this resurection? Something about your ancestors, something you read, or do you just drift back and recover undelivered messages for others.

With my appreciation,

Martin
Luc (67.36.184.184) -- Monday, January 20 2003, 07:01 am


martin there pretty much said it all.. yes i too would like to know as in what is your inspiration. i am a fan of history. maybe not really the civil war only because i havent really read much of it.. but i bet it was a sad/but great time in this nations history.

i still do not know much of this melody perhaps i havent gone to into the poem such as martin here has. i have though howver seen a glimpse of the way the man is. passionate. careing. brave. and so forth. good writing keep it up...
Lori Ann Day (198.81.26.138) -- Saturday, February 22 2003, 02:43 am


I wonder how many soldiers today are having these exact feelings about their sweethearts, and how many women are having these thoughts about their men? These feelings are timeless, and could be applied to any upcoming war.
Mark Spencer (152.163.188.7) -- Sunday, February 23 2003, 12:12 am

A Letter From The Dead.

First let me say thank you to Martin, Luc and Lori Ann. I appreciate your comments and am glad that this poem touched you. Lori made a good point by saying "These feelings are timeless, and could be applied to any upcoming war." Or any past war for that matter. My inspiration for this piece was a letter from an ill-fated confederate soldier to his wife. A letter she received after his death on the battlefield. I wanted to keep these two people alive in verse and convey to the reader the emotions poured into that letter I read. Such things as this should never be forgotten. This letter showed me that this was no longer about the war or the cause for which they fought. It wasn't about slavery and on which side he allied himself. It was about two people who would never see each other again in this life. It was about love, regret and loss. It was about realizing that, though some causes are worth the risk, many are not. It was that kind of cause he died for. And at the end he knew it. I wrote this for him and all of our soldiers who have died for causes that weren't worth the spilling of blood. I wrote this too, for the wives who knew all along what their husbands were fighting for and couldn't convince them it wasn't worth dying for.

To our soldiers who are proudly marching of to war and to their families; I pray this never happens to you. Remember, family, freedom and overcoming injustice and oppression are causes worth that kind of risk. Many thousands more would have died had we not entered the conflict of World War II. That was a cause worth fighting for. But ask yourself; is this?

Mark
Lori Ann Day (198.81.26.138) -- Sunday, February 23 2003, 11:18 am


Beautiful, well said, and timely.
 
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