Chancellorsville Catastrophe
May
19
by Charity Chapman
In the stillness of the night, a shot
rings out and frantic cries of
'stop, we are your Rebel brothers' ignite.
Alas, the great stone wall has fell
and the confederacy has started
on a fateful trail.
2 comments:
Hi Charity -- Did you go on the latest History trip? We'll get a whole new ream of poems from that, I expect! Now that you have posted more than three pieces of creative work on the site, I am going to create a category for you with your own link -- that way when people you know want to read your work, they can go straight to it. I have changed the labels on work you have already submitted, so that it will all be there. Thanks for making such great use of the Blog. In this poem, "fell," grammatically, should be "fallen." I know that doesn't work as well for the rhyme, but there you go! -- Hayley
Thanks a bunch for the advice and the link and yes, I went on it. It was a wonderful time indeed.
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