Cheatham Hill Easter

In the shade of Kennesaw Where they shine the canons now, Where the wheel's unchanging law Beats the weapon to the plow-- We went hunting Easter eggs. How the sun had gilded Spring While we joined the children's play, While the planned remembering Hid behind a joyous day. We went hunting Easter eggs. Where the blood of Illinois Flowed into the open field, Where embattled man and boy Multiplied the reaper's yield. We went hunting Easter eggs. Here the pines of Cheatham Hill Shed to stuff a trench's mouth; And the children, never still, Could not stop for North or South-- We went hunting Easter eggs. Battle of Kennesaw Mountain and Cheatham Hill--Civil War Memorial Park.