HISTORY OR MEMORIES
LYNN M. HODGES

History or memories? Sometimes the difference is
insignificant, except that memories are personal
histories. Imagine re-winding history, time in reverse,
and a cascade of memories flooding your thoughts.
Imagine sitting on the lake shore for an entire night
with ghosts of the Greenwood.







Ballad of the The Memories
LYNN M. HODGES


Greenwood thoughts, like the river wind,
Sweep through the air at night,
An’ the sweepin’ with its dust astir
Brings memory’s lonesome bite.

Time stands still, and backwards runs,
An’ history becomes….tonight.
Years tumble by in minutes speed,
An’ through the mind take flight.

Again, the Greenwood stirs with life,
An’ things are as they were.
The folk long gone return to home,
Again their songs are heard.

Songs ring out of the settlin’ days,
An’ drums of the Chickasaw,
Of days when rivers ran pure of man,
An’ maple trees grew tall.

Bittersweet the memories sweep,
An’ tales are told once more,
The ghosts of days forever lost,
Still roam the Greenwood shore.

Echoes ring from Iron Bank’s heart,
The diggin’s again are good,
An’ smoke pours from the crumblin’ ruin,
Where proud Ol’ Center stood.

Again the General strides the shore
An’ forms his battle plans.
Attackin’ forts that guard the South
To crush the rebel band.

Crazy Kelly again is scorned,
His friends their laughter rings.
He lives again in the steel he made,
An’ Greenwood pride he brings.

Deep within the hollows dark,
A flickerin’ light is cast.
Is white mule being brewed again,
Or do memories really last?

Bittersweet the memories sweep,
An’ tales are told once more,
The ghosts of days forever lost,
Still roam the Greenwood shore.

A child…unknown is put to rest
An’ flowers for her grow,
The cedar tree is younger now,
As through it East winds blow.

A river’s feud an’ tamin’ fight
Of wild an’ savage floods,
Again call for the Greenwood men
To turn the rivers’ grudge.

Again, “Move Out” those fateful words,
That ended a way of life,
Ring out through darkness almost gone,
Tears fall again tonight.

As night gives way to dawn an’ light,
Most echoes die away.
But memories live on in folks now gone,
Forced from their Greenwood way.

Bittersweet the memories sweep,
An’ tales are told once more,
The ghosts of days forever lost,
Still roam the Greenwood shore.






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