June July (Vanderslice John)

June July I went home to live with my mom At night I sat out to watch cicadas on the lawn June July, confusion tennessee Here sherman's army leveled troops in 1863 now those battlefields are marked and paragraphed And maintained by national park service trust at night I walked through those fields Looking for proof of death, echoes of wounded soldier appeals Tonight the rain clouds are pressing down Hovering low, warning me to go back home I saw lightning flicker in the clouds One and two thousand, better turn around light was focused down on me White spike cracked and threw me to the ground when I awoke the sun was streaming over the fields Warming the ground soaked with summer rain