Beneath A Southern Sky

The willows weep in silence

As they have seen the grand dream die

The flag of the Confederate States

Is all but a memory, beneath a southern sky

The grey, and gold have faded

On a nation that was not to be

The separatist have faded too

Into the past of history

The federalist now rule over all

Long forgotten is the plight

Of those who wore the grey, and gold

Those that stood, and fought for State rights

The south shall never rise again

Nor will it ever try

For the words that rule are sent down from Washington

Beneath a southern sky

The willows weep in silence

Their tears fall, and then they dry

Upon the grave of the Confederacy

Beneath a southern sky

The Poet W. L. Kite

3/7/2002