<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=544805" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Amanda Jane</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amanda Jane </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just thirteen, with wide bright smile<br>Across the field, she'd ride a mile.<br>Encampment there, with tents galore<br>Too much excitement... she can't ignore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then she see's him standing there<br>Young leath lad, wavy brown hair<br>A soldier boy who stands so tall<br>He's answered now, his countries call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amanda Jane, Amanda Jane, <br>A fine young soldier you have seen, <br>With shoulders wide and eyes gray-blue<br>Some day He'll ask to marry you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For nigh four years, men fought and died<br>Mothers wept and Widows cried<br>What's left of family, moved up North<br>These trends of war, no longer worth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This fine young man of twenty one<br>No longer carries a soldiers gun, <br>But now must try to ply his trade<br>Three years a carpenter, some money made.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amanda Jane, Amanda Jane, <br>A fine young soldier you have seen<br>With shoulders wide and eyes gray-blue<br>Someday this man will marry you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now a young woman of nineteen<br>Among the young men she would preen<br>So far He'd travel, for her hand<br>And to her soldier she'd remand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back from Indiana to Kentucky<br>A blushing bride, She'd feel so lucky, <br>A home He'd built there just for her<br>And in his arms, she'd surely purr.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amanda Jane, Amanda Jane<br>A fine young soldier you have seen<br>With shoulders wide and eyes gray-blue<br>This time He's finally married you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three boys, God blessed, this family with<br>A simple life, they now would live.<br>Builder of ships, this man became<br>A new frontier, Rivers to tame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With paddle-wheelers on decline<br>He had to move on down the line<br>To deliver now a ship so tall, <br>Released from life....A fatal fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amanda Jane, Amanda Jane, <br>A fine young soldier you had seen<br>With shoulders wide and eyes gray-blue<br>This day, My Love, I bury you......<br>................I bury You! ! ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Author: Carolyn Ford Witt</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ms. Caroline </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Carolyn+Ford+Witt">Carolyn Ford Witt</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=544805" data-title="Amanda Jane de Carolyn Ford Witt" data-description="Amanda Jane Just thirteen, with wide bright smile Across the field, she'd ride a mile. Encampment there, with tents galore Too much excitement... she can't ignore. Then she see's him standing there Young leath lad, wavy brown hair A soldier boy..."></div> </div> </div>

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