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0 posted 01-12-2000 12:29 AM       View Profile for John Yaws   Email John Yaws   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit John Yaws's Home Page   View IP for John Yaws

The dust of time has spread a shroud
Upon the verdant hills-
And only monuments remain-
To show where men were killed.
Just south of Chattanooga-
Along a lazy creek-
Known as the Chickamauga-
Did the Yanks and Rebels meet.
The middle of September,
In eighteen sixty-three....
Braxton Bragg and his command
Were nearing Tennessee..
Rosecrans was on the move-
In the muggy autumn heat...
Just south of Rossville, Georgia
Did their armies chance to meet.
The hills were thickly wooded
Terrain was rough and steep-
And battle lines were very near-
Impossible to keep.
Sharp the fighting from the first,
Clouds of flame and smoke...
Darkness flared like scenes from hell
Before the daylight broke.
Polk confronted breastworks
Erected in the night-
And sacrificed his whole command
Ah, what a dreadful sight.
With the slaughter taking place-
Longstreet, called “Old Pete”-
Flanked the Federal battle line-
And havoc he did wreak.
Upon the crest of Snodgrass Hill
Bold Thomas made his stand-
And held the crest as hundreds fell
And died on every hand.
The Federal lines were ripped to shreds
The troopers reeled in shock-
Yet o’er the chilling Rebel yells-
He held just like a Rock.
The Indians had named it well-
The name is said to mean-
“The Place of Death” and so it was
The worst the war had seen.
Over thirty thousand lives-
Were sadly thrown away...
The trees were ruined as lumber-
By the bullets, so they say-
All is quiet on the field-
But sometimes late at night
You hear the tramp of soldiers feet
They’re marching out to fight.
And on the wind a rebel yell...
Faint and far away-
The roar of guns, and clash of steel
The sounds of deadly fray.
Old soldiers never seem to die-
At least that’s what they say..
But as the years roll slowly by
They merely fade away.

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1 posted 01-12-2000 06:26 PM       View Profile for poetFemmeFatale   Email poetFemmeFatale   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for poetFemmeFatale

What an incredible poem!  If history class had of only been half this good, I would have paid some attention!  I refuse to let this gem go by without more eyes falling on it, so back to the top!  This was an outstanding work sir.  You sure know how to make it come alive again.  The ending was breathtaking too....."They merely fade away...."  BRAVO!  I could go on and on about this....odd that it had such a strong impact on me...usually this sort of thing loses me, but I was taken by this!

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3 posted 01-12-2000 06:47 PM       View Profile for devina   Email devina   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for devina

I thank you for the upbrush on history, I think I needed that, your words are never wasted friend!!!

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4 posted 01-12-2000 06:52 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

Another excellent look into history, gs
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