Sandra Osborne


Gettysburg Postscript - Poem by Sandra Osborne

A red badge of courage
Or a red badge of death,
Mangled, strangled, missing limbs
Balls and powder mingling skin.
The haunting horror of it all.

Reynolds death and Ewels shame
The wheat field, Devils Den, the hills
To the north, Cemetery and Kulps.
Little Round Top’s barely hidden
Buckets of blood.
The fields weeping insanely with anguish.
And then Picket’s charge with cannons,
And muskets, smoking and firing,
Firing, firing, firing.
And thousands, and thousands and thousands
Of gray and blue boys dead.
And more who were mangled and strangled,
And went missing limbs.

And as horrible as the horror there,
The fishhook would not be the last assaulted.
There would be the Wilderness, and Cold Harbor,
The bloody angel, and Petersburg’s’ crater.
It would be the Death Angel’s own harvest.
And it would be bloody,
It would be war.


Comments about Gettysburg Postscript by Sandra Osborne

  • (6/15/2005 2:34:00 AM)


    Welcome visitor.....Great poem, great poem, great poem.
    How are you keeping?
    Hoping to see more of you,
    best wishes
    HerbertXX
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  • (6/14/2005 11:45:00 PM)


    This is vivid and very well done.

    Raynette
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 14, 2005


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