deep imprint of war unended,
shoulder pressing fear to light,
stars and bars we knew from day-rise,
southern cross to mark the night.
woke to fiddle on the bayou,
shadow marshes mazing through,
full moon rising night unfinished,
sweet home tangled up in blue.
some I know remain you praying,
some deny the colors spurned.
some you drape and some you bury,
some you keep and some yet churn.
decades gone and branches leaving,
truer angels hewing to,
flag to fold and weight unburden,
deep the sky remaining you.
The author is a native of southwest Louisiana.