Ode to Virginia (Of Gathering and Release), By, C.L. Sells
Oh, Virginia, You simple machine, Gatherer of the Sun, The sweetness of soil, Of early frosts, And gentle April showers. Collector of men’s passion, Sweat and toil, tax and labor. Precursor of war, And bearer of treatise (…as long as the grass shall grow, and the rivers may run). With careless match I release you, …
