1861
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.
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