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The Death of John Wilkes Boothe

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Mike
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0 posted 11-17-1999 12:06 AM       View Profile for Mike   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Mike

As nation mourned and hearse was pulled through streets of Washington,
"Boots and saddles" came the call, no rest til task was done,
As Hounds of Hell they rode as one, on cold and rainy day,
John Wilkes Boothe, Mephistopheles, had gotten clean away.

Lieutenant Dougherty led his men of Sixteenth Cavalry,
H Company from New York State, to capture infamy,
To the banks of Anacostia, aboard the John S. Ide,
Steamed down the wide Potomac, where would the traitor hide?

At Acquia Creek they rode ashore, as all out search began,
In every barn and farmhouse, where had the killer ran?
On the road to Rappahannock, they met a ferryman,
He told them of a carriage, that crossed with noonday sun.

Captain Jett atop the coach, a man was hid within,
To Bowling Green pursuers rode, to purge the world of sin,
The Captain of Confederacy, was hid in town's hotel,
With forcible persuasion, Boothe's whereabouts did tell.

To Garret's farm Troop H did ride, a knock upon the door,
Garret, he feigned ignorance, and at the soldiers swore,
A picket rope in haste retrieved, a threat that soon would die,
The man you seek is in the barn, all heard the farmer cry.

Come out now with hands held high, Dougherty did shout,
Boothe replied he'd not surrender, instead he'd shoot it out,
The soldiers set the barn on fire, the devil in hell's flame,
A soldier crept up to the barn, with rifle he took aim.

A single shot into the neck, just as the president,
Before the rays of morning's sun, Boothe to hell was sent,
The body in a wagon bare, was to the Capital returned,
Left behind at Garret's farm, the ashes of barn burned.

Twenty-six men of Company H, returned to Washington,
Tired and weary from their toils, the job that they had done,
Til the day each man did die, remembered for this truth,
In a barn on Garret's farm, had captured John Wilkes Boothe.



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Denise
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1 posted 11-17-1999 12:11 AM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

Mike, this is fabulous. If history lessons had been this interesting in school I would have learned more! Thanks for this wonderful slice of the past!

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2 posted 11-17-1999 12:51 AM       View Profile for Marilyn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Marilyn

Wonderfully written tale mike. I echo Denise's reply about the history lesson!
Mike
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3 posted 11-17-1999 10:51 AM       View Profile for Mike   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mike

Thank you both for your comments. I am just one of these strange people who enjoy history. Sheesh... who in their right mind would be a history major in college solely because they liked history knowing they never intended to use it other than for personal enjoyment.
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4 posted 11-17-1999 12:41 PM       View Profile for Ohme   Email Ohme   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ohme

Mike, I passed 3 semesters of history which was not my major. But I sure could have enjoyed it a lot more if it had been presented as nicely as this!

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