Antietam, A Father to a Son
by Bill Healey
Saturday, December 10, 2011
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This poem was co-written by my fiance, Revonda. We are both lovers of history.
Ride here beside me, son,
think not on what lies ahead.
It's a battle that's long been raging,
And I fear much blood will be shed.
Remember the things I've told you,
about what it means to be a man.
Hold high your head in battle.
Be not afraid to take a stand.
We must press onward North,
where blue and grey shall collide.
It's the battle that's been promised,
and we've prepared for it ll of our lives.
Now that the dreaded Antietam
is fully in our site,
prepare to fire your musket
and to fight will all your might.
So go forth now my son.
The day of battle is long due.
And if we never meet again,
remember all that I've said unto you.
May God have mercy on us
and keep us from all harm,
as we hold high our heritage
to stand tall and never disarm.
I hear the canons fire
like thunder announcing the storm.
Every step has led us here,
to live and die this very morn.
Two generals sit on yonder hills.
Both flying their separate colors.
A buggle cries the battle charge
and brother fires on brother.
We're warriors locked in battle,
just as my father always said.
His words in my mind still echo,
as he joins this field of the dead.
The smoke settles still,
like a shroud over both blue and grey.
May people always remember
what we fought for this bloody day.
Cloud by Day Publishing (registered-Library of Congress)