Civil War Poem
Youth Combines Two Aspects of 4-H:
Civil War Reenacting and Fair Project
When Death Calls on the Bloody Battlefield
In the blood stained grass the preacher sat praying
over the innocent bodies of the men -
both Union and Confederate -
who fought for what they believed was right.
The moans of the wounded and dying rose as a
farewell to those who went before them.
The burial detail with fear in their eyes
gathered what remained of their friends
and wondered when it would be their time to die.
Each man knew Death wore not blue or gray
on the bloody battlefield,
but came to all who heard it's eerie call.
At Gettysburg, Shiloh, Whippy Swamp Creek,
the Wilderness, Perryville, Bull's Gap,
Spotsylvania, Chickamauga, Cornith and more -
the silent dead still march today -
each man yet believing that God is on his side.
-Rebecca Elizabeth Stoy
July 1999
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