Hark, from Charlottesville
Down 29, through the hills
The Hollers, it's said.
Discounted J-Crew
Don't jest! what were we to do?
If you'd seen the sales...*
From shopping to graves
Rebels and Yankees in stone**
Jesus always saves
Him, Falwell are close
Clad in plaid at Liberty
A big Christian dose
Of turf-made ski slopes
And sad dorms that say FEMALE
Dead bears, antelopes***
Hung on pre-fab walls
For God and J Crew, and War
For Lynchburg keeps score
Of the long death toll
Monument Terrace on hills
Brew and pizza fills
Holding hands, a kiss****
Breaking rules on the campus
Lynchburg, a pure bliss
And yes, yes, I know
Haikus aren't supposed to rhyme
So go write your own.
*$40 heeled combat boots. Don't knock 'em till you see 'em.
**In Lynchburg they at least bothered to label the dead Union soldiers' graves. Unlike some other former-Confederate-capitol city I know....
***Dear God, don't ever take small children to that lodge.
****Rachel suggested we do a 'fake kiss,' but I'm a big believer of authenticity in my photo-ops.
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When I was very young, second grade or earlier, my answer to the "What do you want to be when you grow up?"question was to be a historian and study what I thought was called the Silver War (I had a friend whose father was a Civil War buff and must have gotten it from that). I had no idea what the Silver War was but it sounded way cool. By the time of high school or at least college I learned it was indeed the Civil War but have always had an interest. So thanks for any related postings including the above. In that it remains so such a part of the collective consciousness of the South I would imagine you will run into it often.
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