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Civil War Poetry

Rating: 3.5
Upon this bloody field
Where so many brave have perished,
We find our symbol of pride,
Our flag of the South,
For which men have struggled,
For which men have fought,
For which men have died;
Our flag hath fallen
Among the bodies strewn around
In the hands of a loyal soldier,
With eyes dimmed and gazing nowhere.
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David Tanguay 14 February 2006
I could never understand why Lincoln's photograph has never been taken. In one of Johnny Cash's album titled 'Ballad's of the true west' An original picture of dead soldier's from the civil war, on a battle field were taken
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Phillip Sawatzky 14 February 2006
JSS-That strange haunted look, now the strange haunted ghost of words that still longs to hoist the old Stars and Bars-I think I see him now-there in the mist. But like my dear love Mary used to say, 'The wars over and you lost! Get over it.' Thanks for this poem, Phillip
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