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Silent, dawn crept low and solemn
Over the Virginia valley
The misty orange haze of a pale sunrise
Cloaking the farmer's field

Blue and Gray, mixed with red
Life fleeing with each labored breath,
Stillness broken only by 
The rattle of death's leave

Mother Earth sorrowfully accepts
The pain, the regret, the wastefulness.
Generations lost forever,
Over the cornfields of Antietam.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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