Shhh-do you hear the wind
blowing thru the tall trees
over the mountain tops
rustling thru the leaves.
or do you think perhaps
that maybe it could be
all the dear boys crying out in agony

but they are so far gone
their battles far away
their memories faded
their bodies in clay
yet I hear their spirits
in each sigh of the nite
and I know they`re telling
of their long sad plight
of being lost forever
so very far from home
to never rest in peace
always here to roam....
for my beloved Kennesaw Mountain
where so many americans died
during Shermans March to the Sea

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