Title: Ghosts in the Twilight Author: ilerlily
I was lately in a battlefield Where fought the Blue and Gray, And as I passed a monument, I heard a voice say: "I was a Rebel soldier, For Dixie gave my life, 'Cause I stopped a Yankee's bullet On a lonely night. "I didn't like the killing, I don't guess no one did, 'Specially when you 'member That half of them was kids. "Yep, we found out war's no glory, It's only man-made hell-- You see that Round Top over yonder? That's where my two brothers fell. "Nope, it weren't no `holy war' As they would have us b'lieve, It was just another war A-caused by human greed. "I fought for good ole Dixie And my folk in Tennessee, But I didn't stop to reckon What it means to not be free. "I didn't stop to 'member How in seventeen-seventy six Great-grandpa gave his life Them Britishers to lick. "I didn't even think of Grandpa in eighteen-hundred twelve, Why, he was in his height of glory Just to give them English hell! "I forgot as how my pa Died back in forty-seven: I didn't think of how he's feeling A-watching me from Heaven. "I hope that they've forgave me For this thing I've done, 'Cause to them, defying the Constitution Can be remedied on by a gun!" I was startled by the stillness Left by that ghost in Gray, So you can understand my fright When I heard another voice say: "I was a Yankee soldier And here I also died, You heard the Rebel's story, Now you'll hear my side. "The Johnny Reb was right In might near everything, Difference was, I didn't forget The sound of Freedom's ring." Their voices came together, The Yankee's and the Reb's, The one that followed Doubleday, And the one that followed Jeb: "In life we fought each other, In death, we are the same, Two men who were too young To be dealt in that fatal poker game. "One fought to save a country, One strove to tear it down, But in our peaceful solitude With these shadows all around "We can understand And try to help the mortal man And try to give him pointers To play a winning hand. "We were enemies in life, But we're partners here in death; So don't let a sneaky dealer Deal from the bottom of the deck. "He'll deal you in for nothing (He's the best man you have met), Until you pick your cards up And find the card marked `Death'." Yes, this is the story From that twilight battlefield, Two men that told the story Of the sword, the horse, and shield. They rode away to battle To the saber and the fife, They anted up their youth And the pot they lost was life. Beverly Hearn Cook Comments on " Ghosts in the Twilight "
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