A Southern Turn Poem by Paul Moosberg

Walkin down the timeless sound, of how the west was won
Keepin’ fight to win what’s right for badge of job well done
With sheriff’s way on town astray, to save a mother’s son
The start of heart with northern part the south said witha gun

So west regressed into a mess, as southern started south
To keep control for fair to roll to all of southern mouth
We do what’s best for all the rest, secede the north from south
While power lay in northern way we doubt the union’s clout

Standin’ tall, a force to fall, ot’ not reckoned with
A southern turn to safely yearn combined into a myth
United States collaborates, division without scythe
The might of north and fight of south ignited without myth

We stride with pride while walkin’ tall, we come together loud
Soul of whole to win battle of what we all hold proud
The southern sings n’ northern rings, a loss of life endowed
The highest might protecting right to fight as we have vowed