A once brave soldier,went to war,
one who had never seen
a battlefield before.
This proud young lad,
walked down the street,
marching in fours,
with his boots on his feet
A navy blue uniform,
and a rifle at hand.
He joined the Union
to fight for the land.
This young lad,
loved to ride a horse,
but now he was a "Yankee"
fighting for a cause.
In the green of the land,
they fought there battle
to the deafening sound,
of the cannon rattle.
First came the blood
then the crying,
from men lying wounded,
crumpled or dying.
The charging of men,
and the shouts of glory,
only few lived,
to tell the story.
The Union Flag
was placed in position,
The Rebel Army
had fallen to submission.
The North fought the South,
freedom was at stake
Where brother, fought brother!
with a costly awake.
Lee had surrendered,
the treaty was signed.
Johnny came Home,
battle scared or blind.
The "Yankee" came home,
not as he was before
with the bitter memories
of a "Bloody War!
They were not of the flesh,
the wounds he bore,
It was the sound of his comrades
who died by the score.
(I wrote this poem, with an interest in The American Civil War)