"MACS of SCOTLAND"
Still young in years when the fighting stopped
Though brown hair flecked with gray
Matthew quietly waited
For things his brother to say.
Sean laughed the soft way he had
Reckoned he wouldn't go back
"I ain't left nothin' you can't use
"If so, put it all in a sack!"
"It's been a long spell we've moved about
"Changed both here and there
"I'm itchin' to try some other place
"'Sides, nobody but you to care!"
"You go on back to Virginia
"There's a family you gotta see
"But this old hoss is grazin' new pastures
"No tellin' where he'll be!"
A heavy heart but traveling companions
Respecting Quicksilver's mind
A final farewell to the surviving brother
Last of a special kind!
"We'll meet up!" Said Sean with a swagger
"Never can tell about a thing!
"But I'm headin' to where the Ohio starts
"That's where the axes ring!"
The gypsy's way
Always looking around the bend
Life's excitement in the unknown
The way it'd be to the end!
It took awhile going back home
They lived off the land just fine
Pretty easy for men like that
Doing it for such a long, long time!
He got goose bumps and a lump in his throat
Recognizing old places around
Before he let Sarah know he was there
Stood crying and staring at the ground.
In this small village where he lived
The red coats had gotten revenge
Burned crops, abused the old
And things that made him cringe.
Sarah had fled with little Sam
As the red coats came over the hill
Women caught or couldn't escape
Stripped and raped at will.
Anger raged, though futile
For the enemy long gone away
Patriots returning could curse and yell
But the outrage committed would stay.
Some men relented and swallowed their pride
Others wandered back out West
A generation suffered the war's insult
As America continued her quest.
MATTHEW GOES HOME...AT LAST