It’s No Secret

Walk with me through the gate and garden
I have a story to tell you ‘Lil darlin’ but
understand it was a different way of life
in 1864 when the country was divided and
thrown into a civil war…
it was then a Captain of the Union army
was wounded at the battle of Shiloh but
somehow he managed to escape and
make it to this great estate in the thick
of ice and snow well and she saw him
looking out the big picture window..
A beautiful old maid of 29, like I said
this was another place in time but
despite the scandal she took him in
and nursed him back to health but
little did they know that cold winter day
would change their lives forever as the
days went by and the months turned
into years he stayed here and they
raised a large, large family together…
No one ever knew what happened to
him, he changed his name and was
never heard from again but IT’S NO
SECRET Anymore your great, great
grandfather was a Yankee in the civil
war…
you said shut your mouth, it can’t be
true, I said oh but it is, it is true but don’t
worry honey child, it’ll make a good
novel or two, you said well that is for
sure now that IT’S NO SECRET, IT’S
NO SECRET Anymore!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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