American Civil War Poem by Kylee Bartz
American Civil War
As I watch my comrades fall,
I cant help but think of how lucky I am to be alive.
Blood is everywhere.
The blood of the people around me splatters across my face
And into my mouth.
I can hardly see who I'm shooting at.
The smoke is so thick
I am blinded by a cloud of toxic gray.
A cannon ball just went through a horse.
In one end
And out the other.
The poor creature crashes to the ground with a thud.
The Rebels are starting to retreat.
Or are they?
A charge of men with bayonets attack us.
We fire at them, fast as lightning.
Heavy lead bullets bury themselves in the enemies' skulls.
Hardly a single Reb is left.
And then they retreat.
Once the battle is over, I am glad we had a hill,
Glad we had the advantage.
Glad I survived the first Battle of Gettysburg.
you have the potential to be a good writer try to put more feelings into it to show the reader what you are really thinking and feeling by using the five sences
No. I dont write stories, but war is a subject that is close to my heart.
Hi River, there were two Battles of Gettysburg so maybe one of them would define your title and topic better? I think you meant the cannon ball not the cannon went through the horse. With musket balls, a lot of the shoots would not be kill shoots to the heads although skulls is exciting. You choose a difficult theme which produces great expectations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 6:54:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i like this one it reminds my of my good old days when i was a kid 10