Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
The Battle
Over the bloody fields they march,
eyes held rigidly to the front,
nothing can deter them from their duty,
the long angry grey line rolls along,
the sound of canons echoing across the land,
shells screaming too closely by.
Bullets fly and bodies tumble,
blood and body parts pirouette through the air,
so many brave men fallen and it has only just begun,
for behind the stony wall there lies an angry blue line.
The battle rages on and more brave men fall,
both blue and grey find immortality on this bloody day,
bugles blow and drums beat muffled screams fill the air,
as the bloody charge is called.
Dark grey smoke and bitter cordite fills the air,
choking man and beast along the line,
making it impossible for the armies to see.
At last the grey clad soldiers come face to face,
with their tormentors in blue,
bayonets flash and more men fall,
musket balls tear flesh the carnage is terrible,
so many good men falling to their death this bloody day.
As the sun sets and the lines untangle,
the troops see that nothing has been gained,
valliant men lost in the fiercest of struggles,
for a piece of ground that soon will be long forgotten,
the moans of the wounded and dying fill the smoke riddled air,
the weary and worn soldiers return to their camp,
preparing to fight another bloody day.
Donavon Scott Vinson
A poem about a battle in the civil war (1861-65).So many valliant men fought and died to preserve this wonderful union.We owe a great debt of gratitude to them for their ultimate sacrifice to preserve this wonderful nation.