Gettysburg
They marched in on all of the spokes of that wheel
and converged on a small quiet town of folks
that soon would know Hell in it's fiercest of ways
and lingering horror for three July days
but how could they know at the hub of those spokes
how many would fall from hot lead and cold steel
All knew of the demons that waited beyond
The gate at which they stood
All of the armies of heaven and hell
Blurred the lines between evil and good
Falling, ever falling and then falling back
Through the town and then onto the Ridge
Seminary to cemetery
Gray chased the Blue
Out of hell, they prayed for a bridge
The music in the woods unheard by humans through the night
Had dwindled down to choiring birds by dawn's awaking light
The drunken fairy now could sleep, a grin to show his teeth
Of war-torn limb where he did keep, a crop would grow beneath
A crop of blood and tangled bone has grown up ripe this day
As all along the fishhook shone, how humans like to play
With implements of iron and wood born out of God's own earth
The humans slaughtered all they could, to prove their righteous worth
The flanks were challenged left and right
as many young trees were felled
the blue line faced the furies might
and miraculously they held
The morning sky was clearer than
a mind which thought to enter
another day of battle planned
attacking in the center
More than a mile of men in gray
each one with the courage of seven
marched undaunted into the fray
and kept straight a marchin' to heaven
With lessons learned and soon forgot
the shouts of "Fredricksburg"
soon minded gray that all for naught
was this day at Gettysburg
After you visit this most hallowed ground
Then surely you will understand my meaning
Your eyes will see the gray lines coming
your ears will hear the young boys drumming
But will you not see the death fairies gleaning
The carnage of cannon and hear not their sound
By Bubs McKeag