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Ghosts of Gettysburg
This sacred soil that once resounded with the musket's rattle, Imbued with mingled blood of Blue and Gray spilt in brutal battle, Now stands serene with only whisperings of the restless ghosts, Of gallant men who sacrificed their all among the frenzied hosts. Are those the sighs of vagabond souls heard with each subtle breeze, As zephyrs rustle the dancing leaves of stalwart, guardian trees? Is that the winter's wind that shrieks about Round Top Hill, Or the screams of dying troopers, their fatal destiny to fulfill? Are those the moans of men left to die, their laurels won, Or the boles of ancient pines groaning 'neath the searing sun? The wind wafts tall grasses that on The Wheatfield grow; Could this be waves of spectral infantry, advancing row by row? Lightning flashes and thunder echoes across the rolling sectors, Reminiscent of once roaring cannon, now long-silent specters. The battle was o'er with the repulse of daring General Pickett; Thousands of souls lay dead on bloody field and tangled thicket. Lincoln's powerful address yet echoes o'er that hallowed clay, To honor heroes, no matter the color of cloth they wore that day. Do their fretful spirits yet roam, wondering if they died in vain? Rest in peace dear souls - because of you this nation rose again! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved Placed No. 4 the Fraser/Devonshire "Dazzle Us With History" Contest - Jan 2011
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