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Date Posted: Sun, July 27 2008, 21:47:06
Author: Don Poss
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Subject: Gettysburg Battlefield - Civil War

Gents:

I toured the Gettsyburg Civil War Battlefield and saw the fields of battle where thousands died and both sides were broken. The necessity, and futility of war has at Gettsyburg has stayed with me since, and I share a poem with you:

BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG
By: Don poss � 2008

Grim Reaper rode hard to quench his thirst
Urged Blue and Gray �
To do their worst

Cumulus bruised shadows,
Dappled in delight and
Danced a plague �
A morbid sight

Gray Artillery fell silent �
Gray thunder echoed the fields
As Twelve-thousand-five-hundred
Advanced in to surreal.

Blue Artillery took up the fright
And boomed their horror
In gleeful might.

Rifles fired a hundred-thousand rounds
Bullets smite bullets, and
Fall to the ground.

A mile of bloodshed
A mile of gore
Marked the Gray tide�s wake
As it rushed distant shore.

Bodies broken
Bodies torn
Bodies silent
Felled and scorned.

Thousands dead �
Heed the Reaper�s Call:
Stir the war caldron brew �
Red stew of mirth and
Froth of insane,
Consume until the
Last blood does drain.

Shouts for glory �
Shouts of pain �
Cannon airbursts cause
Limbs to rain.

Drummer boy tattoos before the cannon.
Now vapor �
Now mist �
Now drifts o�er the field.

Stars and Bars flag snapped and waved,
Carried by many in to the fray
And leapt upon the cobble stone wall
Shredded by steel � spattered in blood.

Hurrah! We Won!
Shouted Blue and Gray.
Death all about � so who�s to say?

Look back to the field �
A lake of dead shadows �
A scarlet mirage �.

Reaper is sated on
Blood rich earth �
Souls dance to the bugler�s dearth.

What of the men who fell to eternal rest?
What of those who lived?
Where lays the glory?
Where lays the valor?
Where lays the honor?

Thoughts of their families,
Loved ones, and home, now
Fade to mist �
Soon dust �
Soon bone.

Who can answer--
The Why or The Jest--
About the soul-breaking
Battle of Gettysburg?

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