Briar Patch Bed & Breakfast
Oh lovely mansion on the hill
From lovely log house built,
Whose walls still echo with the sound
Of gunshot, pain, and mirth.
You stood among these ancient trees,
Trembling as cannons thunder
While the country of our hopes and dreams
Was sadly torn asunder.
But through that civil war this house
Would proudly serve both sides,
Caring for all wounded as
The battle turned its tides.
Speak to us, historic walls,
That we may now record,
The story of each Blue and Gray
Now resting with the Lord.
Written by Bill Markstrum, August 15, 2008
From lovely log house built,
Whose walls still echo with the sound
Of gunshot, pain, and mirth.
You stood among these ancient trees,
Trembling as cannons thunder
While the country of our hopes and dreams
Was sadly torn asunder.
But through that civil war this house
Would proudly serve both sides,
Caring for all wounded as
The battle turned its tides.
Speak to us, historic walls,
That we may now record,
The story of each Blue and Gray
Now resting with the Lord.
Written by Bill Markstrum, August 15, 2008
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