About the Poem
This was written in my Civil War Lit. Class - inspired by the lecture, and by my best friend/ex-beau, who is also a re-enactor.
Civil War Memories
|by Miss Abagail Mannering|
|The sea of blue
marched down the lane,
the rows so prim and straight...
None aware that they'd meet their doom
in this war inspired by hate.
The troops plodded on
stirring up the dust
as they followed the road's narrow bend...
Oblivious of the coats they'd donned -
in desperate need of mend.
The tin cups clanked
and muskets gleamed in the sun...
Paranoid that they'd soon be flanked
after the battle they'd just won.
They heard the noise
of rifles fired.
the *thunks* of bullets in skin...
Most casualties were mainly boys
fighting against their kin.
The acrid smells
of burnt powder
filled the nose and sky...
And many a boy ''neath dust now dwells
in the place they fell to die.
We remember now
many years since they have gone...
The legacy they did endow
ensures they'll linger on.
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