Gettysburg Hauntings

Gettysburg Hauntings When General Meade met General Lee At Gettysburg in 1863 Sons of the South battled Northern brothers And neither side has ever recovered Fifty-one thousand lives lost in three days Of a summertime swelter, July haze Souls rose not to heaven from bodies piled On blood-soaked battlefields spanning 40 miles An on-scene photographer moved fallen men To snap better images with his lens Hats off to Alex Gardner if you please Today picture-takers’ cameras freeze At a large bouldered site called Devil’s Den Sharpshooter hid, killed unsuspecting men Travelers at night on Pennsylvania roads Claim they see soldiers, hear cannons explode A century after the Revolution United our states to wage war as one Virginians were forced to choose blue or gray Mason Dixon Line divided that way If only Tom Jefferson’s wise notion Had not been struck from the Declaration Slavery, the impetus for war and hate Would have been quashed before State versus State Gettysburg might have been a peaceful farm Where soldiers had never succumbed to harm But restless spirits, faces pale and gaunt Never retreat from their Gettysburg haunt Our nation’s darkest hour plays out each night And passersby still marvel at the sight Where sons of the South battled Northern brothers For neither side will ever recover