THE AMERICAN CIVIL WAR = 1860 In 1860 life was good Till it’s simple-ness ceased one day. The North wished to save the Union While the South chose to break away. America was torn apart As six hundred thousand died. Throughout four years of total war Women without husbands cried. The sad fact of the Civil War Is what was left at its end. Too many times, mens evil acts Destroyed both foe and friend. The problem was, once it began There was no peace or compromise. Total victory must be proclaimed Before rage would leave mens eyes. Destroy all that helps the enemy Was the cry of either side. Anything to obtain victory As death on horseback did ride. Black men dressed in old uniforms Became the Unions reserve. They fought and died for their freedom And their rights they earned and deserve. Lifestyles would forever change For all who survived the war. It had ended as it began With sadness, misery and more. Both sides prayed to the same God And spoke words from the Bible. The prayers of both were not answered For all involved were liable. BLACK POWDER BRIDGE A courier rider hands his papers to me They are instructions from Robert E. Lee. I am advised now is the time To stop the troop movement on the Rock Island line. I muster my men and they load up the boats We powder our pistols and darken our coats. Traveling the currents, the sun slips from sight As brave men with a purpose have gathered to fight. We capture a bridge before the moonrise The Yankees who are here shall soon feed the flies. The evil of war feeds on my brain As I light the fuse to destroy a train. Above us a trestle of timber and tar As we pull our oars for a willowed sandbar. From the banks of the river; we watch it approach Theres shadows of soldiers, in the windows of a coach. With a burst of bright yellow and a roar in my ear I hear them scream as they re falling in fear. The river is boiling in steam, steel and stems Back home their families shall soon sing funeral hymns. The one lone survivor was a red stallion stud I lassoed his neck, and freed him from the mud. As I ride in his saddle beneath the stars that shine I pray for forgiveness and some peace of mind. War is a lesson we re eager to learn When man has that fever to murder and burn. Lord, please forgive me for what I have done For all those Ive silenced were some mothers son. THE FEVER OF FEAR Cannons are bursting hot metal from the ground. Soldiers are looting and burning our town. The fever of fear rushes through my veins As too many Bluecoats jump from troop trains. Smoke from hot barrels is swirling around As four thousand muskets volley their sound. All of my comrades have stopped a lead ball Most cry out, then stumble and fall. Even the young lad who carried our flag Now he lies dead as he clings to that rag. Wagons with the wounded trail blood on the ground Death and destruction are easily found. The Generals are crying cause they cant stand defeat But its always the soldier who dies on his feet. Horse hooves are pounding on a bridge made of boards As the sunlight reflects from the blades of their swords. Quickly I hide out in the roots of a tree Where the dirt has eroded and theres just room for me. After dark I sneak out with the cover of fog Then float down the river, as I cling to a log. Songs of their victory, ring out through the night While from the cold, muddy water, I see their firelight. It makes me remember my old country church Where the preacher spoke Gods word from his holy perch. That the seed of all conflict began in a cave When man, like the wild wolf had to prove he was brave. THUNDER IN THE GROUND Cannons are bellowing from a ridge far away The battle lines are forming and theres little time to pray. Musket balls are pelting like hailstones from the sky Im so full of fear cause I dont want to die. From beyond yonder hill comes a terrifying sound Its the music of the buglers and theres thunder in the ground. The fast-riding troopers have all drawn out their swords. They re shouting and screaming as they charge up the gorge. Its hard to believe how many make it through As theyre hacking and shooting at the boys dressed in blue. Then come the soldier men who run upon their feet Every time I drop one, my heart skips a beat. Theres a storm on the ground made of death, dust and smoke My throat is so dry, I can t help but choke. The fury of the battle is bound to settle down When most of the fighters lie dead on the ground. After dark, the stretcher-bearers are afraid to search around The wild hogs eat the wounded and I can t stand the sound. Come dawn, we dig ditches for all the brave, lifeless men Then quote words from our Bible praying heaven lets them in. USE MY 636 POEMS FROM GOD TO PREACH AND TEACH ! By Gods Poet Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web! THANK YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE IN YOUR HEART = tom!
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