Two Days of Hell.. Gettysburg To Mj. General Geo. E. Pickett
I have stood upon, The hallowed ground
Where so many souls had perished,
That ugly war between the states
Their memories, I will cherish,
I have seen the cannons, on the hill
Of Seminary Ridge,
Those balls of fire, that rained the sky
So they could cross the bridge,
I've been the place called Devils Den
It no longer holds the fire,
However, I still hear their cries
As if a funeral pyre,
Upon the top of Little Round
The regiments in place,
Told to wait and hold their fire
Until they see their face,
The smell of sulphur, fills the air
Amid the smoke and flame,
Of fifty- thousand there that day
Forty-three thousand yet remain,
General Pickett, led the charge
With all those valiant souls,
When Pickett's day was over
He counted up the tolls,
A Century, four decades past
Since that famed address,
Of my heart, I can only say
Mr. Lincoln said it best.
" The world, will little note, nor long remember what we say here.
But they can never forget, what they did here"
- President Abraham Lincoln
The Gettysburg Address
This is a Tribute to my Great Grandfather Major General George Edward Pickett
And to the Men under his Command. Taz
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