Up north the wooden windows ignited early
Trumpets blared as sullied gray troops marched in rhythm
Bands of 20 or 30 wearing muddied boots and button less shirts
Hosting napping squirrel guns & rusty rifles on their shoulders
These boys were not by their tobacco crops or cotton fields

They marched, past small mom pops stores like Henry’s Iron Mills
Looking for clean shaven faces, polished shoes & pressed blue jackets