Lincoln At Gettysburg Poem by Shaun Cronick

It was a brisk autumn day in 1863,
As clouds rolled by floating free.
At Gettysburg where thousands died,
Now peacefully sleeping side by side.

A rough platform constructed there,
A tall hat on a vacant chair.
And standing in the midst of all,
Abraham Lincoln, thin and tall.

Old glory waving proudly in the air,
Fallen leaves strewn here and there.
Old and young men, many women too,
And boys in grey and boys in blue.

His eloquent words for the living,
Shall never perish in their giving.
Heartfelt dedication for one and all,
Stood Abraham Lincoln, sad and tall.

Uplifted head and voice unshaken,
Hallowed shall this ground be taken.
The world forgets, that is true,
Remembers little, what we do.

Resolved here, let men be free,
Slaves of men, no longer be.
Created equal, to rise or fall,
Said Abraham Lincoln, thin and tall.

Over these fields the honoured dead,
Lay beneath flowers, stones and lead.
Freely gave their lives without pause,
To pay full measure for a noble cause.

Our forefathers gave us our birth,
Never to perish from this earth.
Of and by and for all, is our call,
Said Abraham Lincoln, loved by all.