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”

Section 2, Row 7, Site Number 1

The band it was ‘a playing an uplifting martial beat, He maybe had a sweetheart, young and soft and sweet. His mother she stood bravely, holding back her tears, Surely he would be OK, in spite of all her fears. Hissing and ‘a huffing, the train blew off some steam, Rollin’ to the platform, likeContinue reading “Section 2, Row 7, Site Number 1”