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Dancing with the Spirits


As I walked down a familiar country road,

My heart felt as if it carried a heavy load.

No love in sight for only me,

My heart was sadly free.

It was twilight, and the lightning bugs were

flitting in the shadows,

The time young lovers would secretly meet,

and, in yonder field I could see some people dancing,

also there were others---who had stopped to greet.


It was an unbelievable sight,

And if I am honest---it was a fright,

To see soldiers dressed in blue and grey, as they

danced the waltz of the Grand March Medley---

as North and South intertwined,

The ladies long gowns made of silk, and Chantilly Lace

flowed and swayed with the music, and as I looked

down, I wore a gown and it was---so fine.

A soldier in blue bowed and took my hand, we swirled,

and danced,

Then he bowed and I did a curtsy, then off he pranced.

Then came a soldier in grey,

He walked my way,

He bowed then took my hand and we floated in the

moonlight as we danced to the---Soldier's Joy Medley,

It was the waltz of young lovers he said, and we danced

as the fiddlers played, at the end--- he said my name

is Edley.

A very tall, thin man dressed in brown,

Filled a cup from the punch bowl, and then turned


Then, gave it to a short lady--- he called, “Mother” and the

man was honest Abe,

He seemed sweet and kind, but his face was drawn in

worry, so he appeared plain, this did not matter, that

he was not a babe.

My President


But he was my favorite President of our USA,

And, as I was still dancing and wondering if all

this was true, but my brain said “No-Way.”

Had I suffered a stroke, was I without hope?

The soldier read my mind and shook his head “Nope.”

Then a carriage appeared pulled by two black horses

all shiny and clean,

And a most handsome man got out—so tall and lean.

His blue eyes glowed in the shadows, and he had a mustache,

that part was clear,

He smiled and his dimples were deep concaves and he said

ever so softly “Scarlett, are you ready my Dear”?

His full lips so close to mine,---- so sinfully near.

I look down at my gown of Irish green---- so much material

and it made me ponder how I would get----- in the carriage,

His strong arms surrounded me, and as he lifted me, gown

and all---- he whispered, “Tomorrow, there will be a marriage.”

A nurse in white—tried to shake me awake—she said--it is

time for your meds-- and I replied,

“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

Why don’t you leave now—before my dream is over---

just please scram.

© 2021 Barbara Purvis Hunter


Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on June 29, 2021:

Hi Nithya,

Thanks for the kind comment. Have a wonderful day.

Bobbi Purvis

Nithya Venkat from Dubai on June 28, 2021:

Beautifully expressed poem cleverly crafted.

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on June 27, 2021:

Hi Peggy,

I have read your hubs, but cannot find the hub to comment. Thanks for the comment and have a great new week.

Bobbi Purvis

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on June 27, 2021:

You combined the Civil War, President Abe Lincoln, and Gone With The Wind into one poetic dream. Well done!

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on June 27, 2021:

Hi Chitrangada,

Thanks for the visit and the lovely comment. I hope all is well in your world.

Bobbi Purvis

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on June 26, 2021:

Beautifully expressed poem, Bobbi!

It sounded like a fairy tale, until the end! Lovely flow in your words!

Thank you for sharing!

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on June 26, 2021:

Hi Demas,

Thanks for the nice comment. I hope you have a wonderful Sunday.

Bobbi Purvis

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on June 26, 2021:

Hi John,

Thanks for reading and for the comment. Have a great Sunday.

Bobbi Purvis

Demas W Jasper from Today's America and The World Beyond on June 26, 2021:

A fantasy dream poem. Why not? Sure took me along to a wood of fireflies, and dancing on the green. Nice diversion of a Saturday night when younger folks are doing all of that. You have a way with words and phrasing. Thanks. 81 F at 20:37 here in very dry Utah..

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on June 26, 2021:

This was quite delightful, especially the ending. It certainly brought a smile.

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on June 26, 2021:

Hi Bill,

It is hot there for sure---and it will be hot in Florida next week, but I hope not Washington State Hot!

Thank for reading my poem--I have a drawer full of them and I will be adding some more as I have time.

Here is a tip in Hot weather I always take cold showers in winter and summer--the tip is put your underwear in a ziplock back and freeze them. After your cold shower they will feel wonderful.

Until Later,

Bobbi Purvis

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on June 26, 2021:

Too funny! You really got me with that ending. Bravo! I needed a laugh on this blistering day and you provided a good one.

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