Andersonville

Marble markers in a row,

With Old Glory hanging low.

In final rest, these heroes lie,

Underneath the Georgia sky.

Where they suffer never more,

Victims of the Gods of War.

Living in the Georgia dirt,

Blackened face, ragged shirt.

Life no better than the hogs,

Hunted down by Wirz’s dogs.

To drink the water of the stream,

Was certain death, it would seem.

To suffer in the blazing sun,

So many lives, just begun.

One hundred died each August day,

Six were hung, they had to pay.

Thirteen thousand, laid to rest,

They were this land’s very best.

We must recall what all they gave,

To bind our wounds from the grave.

They died to make all men free,

One nation joined, sweet liberty.

LDT Memorial Day, May 27, ‘24

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