Farewell,</br>Army of Tennessee! Rough glory, rooted here,</br>Feeds the lone vow, the lingering touch</br>Of a late comrade sworn to remember you!</… - Donald Davidson

Then no soft arms could hold me from my wilderness </br>To reap at daylight's fallow edge, with bullet or knife,</br>That flicker of hoof or pelt, that flash of wings returning -</br>The dogs trace it - harvest of life that gives me life.

I want the word that burns into my heart</br>Like God's coal alive on the Prophet's tongue.</br>I would listen now while memory is ablaze</br>To seal your testament within my soul.

The whispering in the marrow spreads to the brain;</br>The remembering heart carries it round again</br>Till it beats in the throat, the lips, the weeping eye</br>And is born at last in a blazing wordless outcry.