The "Civil" War

Those Yankees ain’t never liked us…

Ever since the Great Divide they have called us names,

Inbred,

uneducated,

backwards,

redneck,

traitors

They still judge us for the “crimes” that our ancestors committed

not caring we are a proud, but changed people.

Oppressin’ the culture.
Stiflin’ our speech.
Bannin’ our flag.
And blasphemin’ our religion.

They never had the balls to stand up for what they believed…

They bent over and accept whatever Big Brother gave ‘em

Like baby birds accepting whatever scraps that are dropped into their wanton beaks,

weak,
 helpless,
whipped into submission,

beggin’ for more crumbs from a glutton government
 attempting to suppress their God-given right to fly

Claiming free speech for anyone and everyone,

Except those with Christ as their role model.

To them, Southern pride is synonymous with racism

and hatred

because they cannot begin to understand that a war nearly 2 centuries ago

has made us,

A battle for Civil Rights has changed us,

the blood of our brothers still screams from the very soil where we toil;

and while we don’t embrace our heritage of slavery,

we still are proud that our ancestors stood up for what they believed in

No matter what side they were on.

Because they fought.

They died for what they thought was right.

And Jesus says dying for your friends is an honorable death.

We Southerners are a strong people,

A proud people,

A patriotic people,

And we will fight for our Bible, our guns, our constitution, our freedom to speak, and our flags

“Yearning to wave free…”

Oppression has been cast from here!

Not by no Yankee’s doing,

But by our own bloodied hands.

And we won’t be tolerating

 any injustice now.

Copyright Melody Bills-Hubbard 2016. No use without the express written consent of the author.

My New Home

I am sitting outside on the back deck of the house we just purchased in April.

It's a tiny little house.  It has three perfectly square tiny bedrooms, a teeny kitchen, one and a half baths, and a laundry/ mudroom. It comes on 2 acres with a 1000 sq ft garage- perfect for my husband to hide away in.  The 2 acre yard is massive and neat, entrenched between white plank fences holding in teeming farms. The land sports a cistern, and a concrete front porch perfect for swinging on and watching the neighbors pass by while sipping sweet tea- that is if we had a swing.

 We basically stole this house. A victim of the recession it had changed hands several times in the past few years, finally settling into our capable ones.  It's perfect here. Quiet. I have uninterrupted views of the sunset and the sunrise, rolling green hills, fertile ponds, and thick trees in all directions.  Goats, turkeys, and dogs from neighboring farms often stop in to see us. In the month we have been here we have watched 2 nests of finches hatch, grow, and leave the nests.  Horses graze in the field across the country road every afternoon. My dogs and cats have a fenced in area to play.

The kids complain of being bored.

Perfection.

Formerly, we lived on my parents farm. A family friend dubbed it "Walton's Mountain" because it seems no one really leaves it. It was much more noisy there. Constant entertainment lay just down the road, and lots of people to talk to if you got lonely.  Sisters and nieces often dropped in, and it was rarely this quiet. My own kids often the source of the noise & commotion.

Summer evenings were especially fun, when family would descend upon Momma's house and we would go for walks, or play basketball, or just sit on her porch and laugh about each others antics.

Here, the kids have adapted to the silence. They seem calmer here. More at ease. Summer evenings are silent, except for the tree frogs singing, crickets chirping, bull frogs croaking and the comforting click of my keyboard.

Lonely? Yes, but a peace that is a balm to my soul.

I do miss the laughter of  Walton's  Mountain, though.

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