Spirits of Gettysburg
By Patricia Cooney for Cpl Tom Tuttle.
An ominous day spent in July, although the sky so blue
A soldier ready for the fight, his battle gun he drew.
For in this fight they would succumb and cry for freedom heard,
From ghostly men that laid their guns and lives at Gettysburg.
An infamous battle those soldiers fought.
The yanks they had “good ground”.
The rebs would stand and fold their hands and watch without a sound.
Their fateful mistake had cost them dearly and heroic men would die.
Johnny Reb and Billy Yank in Hell that night would cry.
The agony, the painful slaughter of hands and legs and head,
Oh God, find peace for them and stop this awful bloodshed!
Thousand of soldier’s blue and gray lay wasting from the battle.
As newly formed men stepped over them,
Their souls and weapons rattle.
How could we fight and kill these men? They are our brother’s sake.
What cursed sin befalls us now? What sin did mankind make?
And today we are a people, united South and North.
The United States of America we’ve become henceforth.
And yet, a whisper in the wind cries out from men that served.
Especially the soldiers that died in Gettysburg.
© Patricia Cooney 2004