On April 6, 1865 Gen. Robert E Lee made his last stand at Sailor's Creek Virginia. It was a bloody battle, at the end almost 10,000 lay dead. Hillsman's House pictured here was used as a command post during the battle and field hospital afterward. The poem reflects the day in the eyes of the Hillsman's young son.
Remembering Sailor's Creek
By La Belle Rouge
The April rains they drenched the land
And swelled the Appomattox for a week
When Bobby Lee made his last stand
On sodden banks of Sailor’s creek
The Union planked the trestle wide
Of the Richmond Danville Railroad
And crossed over to the other side
with death in their cannons to sow
The Yankees raided the supply train
Confiscated the Confederate chow
Leaving Bobby Lee in dismal pain
To feed his army he didn’t know how
No choice but southward to retreat
His men battle weary with nothing to eat
My family’s farm was a peaceful home
Perched high on a green Virginia hill
Wanting only to be left in peace alone
Cows to graze and hard red clay to till
Father was physician to the country folk
But he answered Virginia’s war call well
To his patriotic duty he bravely awoke
He was captured and imprisoned in hell
Yankees marched arrogantly onto our land
Like conquerors with cannon and bayonet
And of our farm they took full command
On that black day I shall never forget
In the cellar we heard the bullets fly
And the screams of those who fight and die
Mother carried water, for the wounded men
Tore up her finest white petticoats of cotton
She went to the springhouse again and again
And prayed this day could be somehow forgotten
When the battle ended, side by side soldiers lay
Blood froth thick on each war thirsty mouth
And then they were not soldiers, on that day
Mattered not who was from North or South
Mother sent me to the loft and then she said
“Son don’t look out the window this morn
For I fear the South is defeated and dead
Ten thousand fallen on the hills we mourn
And Little Sailor’s creek is running red”
Belle, you told his story well, the Hillsman's young son, and that of the trials and tribulations of everyone caught up in the tragedy of the Civil War -- I know this place and of the bloody battle -- peace and love to you my friend -- Jon Michael
"...mattered not who was from North or South..." but for the politicians back on DC that never fired a shot or went near harm's way, but that thought that it was OK for a million men to die if it would secure their reelection. The slaves? they didn't cared.
LaBelle,
This convinces, enlightens...you did your homework thoroughly and it shows in the excellent detail, the setting, the place names, the feelings and reactions...so genuinely satisfying for this reader.
Kudos!
This is fantastic write that brings the reader back in time and lets him appreciate a bit of history even it was a bitter sad time for your country. Well written and you can feel the emotion in every line.
fee
This is impressive LaBelle.
You did your research on this one
and it paid off in a fine history poem.
What a scene that must have been
I can't imagine ...
Blessings ...
richard
A WELL WRITTEN TRIBUTE TO A VERY SAD TIME IN OUR HISTORY...PUTTING ONE IN REMEMBRANCE OF SO MANY AMERICAN SOLDIERS... WILLING TO DIE...AND TO KILL ONE ANOTHER... FOR A CAUSE THEY BELIEVED IN. DONE WELL AND ENJOYED. GOD BLESS AND THANKS FOR SHARING...LOVE,
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Boy, what vivid images you portray in this passionate poem. Well done. My heart aches though for the loss of so many young men both north and south. The North thought they were fighting to for the slaves and the South fought to defend their rights and their life style. A humongous tragedy all 'round.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on March 15, 2010
Some of your best work as far as I am concerned, my friend. THIS took the full charge from the cannons and had its say.
Donna
Wonderful history in a poem. And for me, a little sad, as my great grandfather died in that battle.
Mary
Georg
This convinces, enlightens...you did your homework thoroughly and it shows in the excellent detail, the setting, the place names, the feelings and reactions...so genuinely satisfying for this reader.
Kudos!
John
fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
GOD BLESS YOU ALWAYS
Tony
You did your research on this one
and it paid off in a fine history poem.
What a scene that must have been
I can't imagine ...
Blessings ...
richard
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Mattered not who was from North or South
Thank you for this lesson, Belle. Nice to have you back. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Our history so very often is such a very sad song, and you tell this one extremely well, La Belle.
Amazing work here, good to see you back, missed you!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Like how it is in first narrative.
Time for the south to rise again. Or at least Rhett with Scarlet.