Gettysburg Morning
by Paul Harris
(Rochester, Illinois)
Gettysburg Morning
The third day came and all is calm
The birds begin to sing
Nature claims her fields again
And blessed us with a breeze
Lying here in sweet green grass
I watch the morning sky
As sunlight oh so slowly
Creeps into the night
Lifeless forms around me
The men from my hometown
How brave they fought the last three days
To hold this piece of ground
Gettysburg, they call this place
Where I watched my brothers die
Three days of hell we suffered here
In a blazing hot July
Carry me away from here
Lie me there by yonder tree
Poor upon me cool spring water
Heaven’s calling out to me
The third day came and all is calm
The birds begin to sing
Nature claims her fields again
And blessed us with a breeze
Comments for Gettysburg Morning
Average Rating |
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
Leave a Reply