The Road To Chancellorsville Poem by Hm. Nes

The Road To Chancellorsville



The road that leads to Chancellorsville
Is a winding road.
I took it once.
My horse and I were merely going for a ride,
Wherever the road would lead us.
That's when I saw the wounded soldier
Lying beside the road,
Almost dead,
All alone.
I nudged him, but he didn't move.
I spoke to him, but he didn't reply.
He simply opened his eyes
For one brief moment
And looked at me;
Then he closed his eyes again
And died.
It was as if he was waiting for someone to come,
As if he didn't want to die alone.
I was in no hurry, with no place to go,
So I buried him there
Beside the road,
The winding road that leads to Chancellorsville;
But I didn't go.
I didn't go to Chancellorsville.
Instead, I turned my horse back toward home.

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Plainview, Texas
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