Kellsy Barbee

The Battle Of Gettysburg - Poem by Kellsy Barbee

Praise be to the loving soldiers who volunteered their lives away.
It was the battle of Gettysburg, what a horrific couple of days.

Lives were deprived.
A short amount left to survive

Union and Confederates lost in the sea.
Nothing to be seen.

The raised guns,
Shots and fire.

They marched towards Gettysburg.
And with a surge of rage and fire.

Will planning win this battle?
Or acts of the moment get us out of this shackle.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2012

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