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Rebel Yell

In the sunken hollow a gray mass addles A silhouette of swaying muskets shadows Braying horses the silent vigil rattles A curdling breeze across feted expanse prattles The stilled pageant concludes with the order, "charge" From sheltering tree line, a disheveled mass doth barge A shrieking, cacophonous chorus christens the onslaught Menacing octave wafts; Union, tidal waves to distraught

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 7/1/2012 6:25:00 PM
A violent, vicous war it was. You capture that in your ode. Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish
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