1861-1865
For all that we take with us,
We leave so much behind.
In the Southern stillness of night,
Blue and Gray are the same color.
Colors
The blacks, the browns,
The browns, the reds,
The whites, the yellows,
All dipped into blue.
Do not look as different.
Yet lifeless hands,
Holding a lively flower.
Draw attention.
In the final analysis....'Blue and Gray are indeed the same color.' Excellent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you know, i've never heard the 'war of Northern aggression' described better, or more succinctly. The right side might've won and written the history, but the war was still- as wars tend to be- wrong.