june july I went home to live with my mom
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at night I sat out to watch cicadas on the lawn
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june july, confusion tennessee
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here shermanĄ¯s army leveled troops in 1863
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now those battlefields are marked and paragraphed
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and maintained by national park service trust
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at night I walked through those fields
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looking for proof of death, echoes of wounded soldier appeals
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tonight the rain clouds are pressing down
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hovering low, warning me to go back home
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I saw lightning flicker in the clouds
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one and two thousand, better turn around
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light was focused down on me
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white spike cracked and threw me to the ground
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when I awoke the sun was streaming over the fields
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warming the ground soaked with summer rain
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June July
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| John Vanderslice |
