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 waterContinue reading “Andersonville”

Lines for My Mother

PVT. Frederick Buckmaster Poem written to his mother, Mary Ann, on May 9, 1864 Clifton, Tenn. It is a calm still night Mother, the winds are lulled and still… The moon’s soft light is beaming bright on yonder sleeping hill… But this soft dreamy hour, Mother, no magic may impart… To check theContinue reading “Lines for My Mother”