Shermans Winter March

For the "creative poetry" group challenge.

 

The storm rushed east, at a  feverish pitch;
New Sherman troops made a rapid advance-
To bury Atlanta....with a blanket of white
(As it advanced)..towards warm, and green Savannah.
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Making southern bells tingle, as their wiggles-wobbled
On shoes that clicked-slipping, on slick with ice-concrete;
Breaking heels off , made them limp to their office
On ups and downs, that made sore, both their ankle's.
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The cold made Camellia's, wilt and shiver,
Painting their succulent-pink's, a sick-yellow.
The red ones were robbed by mercurial thieves;
The bright in their buds, now black in the center.
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But the mailman knew, the general lacked backup;
And covered his rounds reciting his mantra,
Trudged through the drifts, his mind on the knowledge
That wintry weather, brings a sigh to south-landers.
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So with words of assurance, as he handed them letters;
Told them that Sherman, was just passing by.

 

Reviews

[Poeticadia]

Brilliant! A very witty twist on Sherman's march. “I propose to demonstrate the vulnerability of the South..." ...with a snow storm! Fantastic... the idea alone is worth 100% but the poetry is excellent too.

[Ed Hart]

i don't think i can get my tongue that far into my cheek...oh, i came to one of those signs once, but turned back; i don't take my heels off for anyone or anything

[Moflo]

Wow this is fantastic. The last line really snapped me into this, that's the point where it becomes more than just a historical epic and transcends into a symbolic historical fiction piece that relates America's past to any feeling we can have today. This really was great, definitely one of my favorites.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. I like how you use the Sherman march to symbol the cold Northern winter snow. You create a excellent poem. I like the ending. Thank you.
Coyote