Anyone ever have their article in a magazine?

[TLC]

webb, an editor would shoot me for writing the way I do. especially after talking to the guys from down south. they write like they talk. iffn uz nose wut ize menes? anner dey dun haf hole convussashuns lika dis. tuuk awile tu gits uzed tu it.

[Great White Hunter]

Here ya go Farmcntry...

Fields Of Antietam

Gentle, the goodnight bids its welcome
of humble spirit and gilded heart
of our hailed heroes fallen upon the field.

This road that takes me home,
driven in principle,
shall not yield to the lamenting soul,
which beckons him rest not
in fields of Antietam.

Honor him, who does fall
upon the crimson soil
lost in this sea of wickedness.
Shall you not partake of
the sacrificial kiss with me?

Break your bread
you honored few
who are about to die.
I salute you.

Follow me this fated morn!
The hallowed day is upon us.

Drink of my blood
that it may lay sweet
upon your courageous tongue.
“This do in remembrance of me.”

I am of the lamb,
sacrificed upon the cross,
for all free men.
With Him do I ever stand,
forever falling upon this land torn.

Lamenting spirit,
troubled youth,
fear not the cannon-fire
raining death upon this desperate field.

Rise free brethren!
run your sword through
the breast of despondence.

Brandish honor with head held high
upon the Reaper’s field,
resting not to the opulent mass of decadence
stretched before you.
Nay, the night forays its sleepy shadow
over your fragile soul.

So the body falls.
Does not your spirit rise
to walk the peaceful road home?

Does not tranquility
abode upon the cobble there
comforting your weary walk
upon hero’s foot?

Rise!
Defend!
Split the night with iron will
and battle-clad hoof.

In him do we ever endeavor
to free all men in this sovereign union.
Steady the thunder,
clap of the hoof,
and unkempt boot
marching into history
this very night,
and upon this very field
rich with the cry of free men
resolved in sovereignty
at the end of the bayonet.

This is the way,
the life,
freedom’s light.

Cast the hues of blues,
of grays,
and of crimson tides
upon this day’s canvas.

Antietam, our bodies lie.
Sacrificed upon your magnificent field.
So that free men may live
the lives we gave away.

Even so,
as heroes of the day,
we echo through eternity
upon this sovereign wind,
“Fields of Antietam,
we the dead salute you!”
Copyright © 2006 Kevin V. Reese

Hope you enjoyed the read!

[webb12420]

Now, Now, TLC... I'm from the south and I don't write how I talk...AT ALL!! I use more slang and bad language than a lot of men and I get made fun of all the time for my accent. In my experience, I have found very few people actually write how they talk.

[farmcntry]

Great stuff Kevin!!!!!!!!

[nchunter54]

I had a story published in the June-July 2002 issue "Sixty Minute BucK". It was about my Wyoming mule deer-antelope hunt with Rocky Niles, Rocky Outfitters. Hard to quess how long my hunt lasted! The story still appears on his website http://www.montanawyomingdeerhunts.com/ The bad thing, so does my picture!!

Don

[ACPOSSETIM]

I know Lisa Metheny (hoosierhuntress I think) does some writing I'm sure she'd be willing to give you some pointers to get you published!

[Great White Hunter]

Hey Lisa! Throw us a bone. My limited publishing has come come from individual submissions. How do we get a publisher to read our books?

[HurricaneCreek]

Great poetry Kevin!! I have two published poems, one of them about the civil war. I also write for WomenHunters when time allows.

[Great White Hunter]

I'd love to read you civil war poem - or any of them for that matter.

Thanks for your kind words - Hard working in a factory, hunting, driving a truck...and being a poet But, hey, a gift from God, right? Hate to have Him say (on that day), "I gave this to you, what'd you do with it?" ...So, I write as often as I can. Hope someday to have a job, even a contributor-type job writing someday. I just love creative writing.

[HurricaneCreek]

Hey Kevin. You just keep right on writin'. I don't nearly as much as I used to and it's kinda like drawing...you gotta keep in practice My poem is short and sweet from about 7 or 8 years ago. I always liked the challenge of trying to fit words into a defined structure.

After the Battle
Amongst the trees of crimson red;
Upon the grass the valiant felled.
The sun shone bright above the dead;
The glory of the battle quelled.

Red stains upon the blue and gray;
Saddled beasts their riders held.
For just a moment they would pray;
The glory of the battle quelled.

Forsake this war, this unjust strife;
This thought, the men, they now beheld.
Friend and foe had lost their lives;
The glory of the battle quelled.