Lines for My Mother

PVT. Frederick Buckmaster Poem written to his mother, Mary Ann,  on May 9, 1864                                         Clifton, Tenn. It is a calm still night Mother, the winds are lulled and still… The moon’s soft light is beaming bright on yonder sleeping hill… But this soft dreamy hour, Mother, no magic may impart… To check theContinue reading “Lines for My Mother”

The Love in Your Eyes

The Love in Your Eyes Letters and words and numbers fade from black into grey, Lines and angles and circles specked and dotted they’ll stay. Faces and flowers and paintings are dreary and drab, Sometimes I can’t see a dot, a dash or a dab. The shadows of mountains and the vistas between, Are justContinue reading “The Love in Your Eyes”