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Antietam
Antietam I lay in the creek my face to the ground My hand on my musket, I pray I’m not found The bullets were flying, the soldiers were dying Antietam; the battle’s begun I fired on the troops as they crossed Burnside Bridge Safely encamped up high on the ridge The bullets are flying, the soldiers were dying Antietam; the sound of the guns I hid in the cornfield till I heard the attack I fired then I charged and I never looked back The bullets were flying, the soldiers were dying Antietam; the red rivers run I knelt by the fence there on Hagerstown Road Knowing I’d reap whatever I sewed The bullets were flying, the soldiers were dying Antietam; the day no one won I gathered up wounded, I gathered up dead There’s a lull in the battle; who knows who’s ahead The bullets were flying, the soldiers were dying Antietam; it’s now setting sun I passed by the church as we fled in retreat I prayed for the fallen, may this never repeat The bullets were flying, the soldiers were dying Antietam; the battle is done Our history club is presenting Antietam this month so I wrote a poem for it.
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