Historical
Saw some quilts constructed
In the Civil Wartime years,
One made by a soldier,
Not as strange as it appears.
Cloth was cut from uniforms,
With both sides represented –
Harmony in textiles
Way before some men repented.
Wonder what that soldier thought
While sewing up his stitches,
Maybe as he hid himself
In foxholes or in ditches?
Was he thinking of his home,
His family or his honey?
Worrying about the war
Or keeping warm or money?
Could he ever picture
That the quilt that he created
Would be hung in a museum
With admirers belated?
As I wandered the exhibit
I was taken back in time
Where my musings and imaginings
Were stitched into this rhyme.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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