The anticipation high
Generals making plans
Soldiers scared but eager
What's going to happen?
The sun is rising; dawn is coming
Fired shot starts a battle
Men are fighting, cannons sinking
General floating on the boat.
The river of a road flows silently
Men trudging, sinking in
Swallowing mud embraces feet
Chaos reigns dawn till dusk
Lots of blood in America.
The canons blare, the colors wave, but he stands there brave.
Lee the great commander ready for a fight, even though outnumbered he still give a fright.
He wins, he loses; he fights, fights, fights; he is ready to take on all them in sight.
And even though he may have lost, he's still the greatest commander in heart.
Now no one can forget the great, great Lee, for he stood for courage, strength, and all that stuff; and that is what I want to be.
Civil War Poem
Declaring the battle cry of freedom as they went.
Very happy, very content
Too late they realized the war they were in.
All those things that had been
Day after day the fighting went.
Month after month, all those lives spent.
Too late we realized what the costs would be
All because they couldn't agree.
If we knew then what we know now
Would it be any different?
If so, how?
A Poem About the Civil War
The Union and the Confederates,
differences they had.
One side wanted slaves,
Other side no slaves at all.
Confederate in the south,
A Union in the north.
Between them a war started.
Brave men wanted free states.
The greedy wanted slaves.
Blue were the heroic,
Gray were the unholy.
They fought against each other.
Deaths came to many.
They weren't strangers,
Terrible brother against brother.
It was depressing and horrific.
On the battlefields dead
bodies on the ground.
Was it worth it or was it not?
Fighting for freedom is worth it.
Some wouldn't be here
If the Confederates won.
The people of this country in the present
Should always fight for freedom.
For the rights of a slave boy
Redemption for him
Eternally grateful to the blue coated men
Empty of life
Doomed to a way
Only one choice to make
Is the blue coat my way?
Memories of slavery, of sorrow and dust
All gone to heaven in that God we trust.
Although it looks intimidating,
Although it looks rough,
Things always look different when you feel you've had enough.
You cannot stand there at the bottom,
You simply cannot quit,
You can't do nothing! Don't you dare go and sit.
Get up! Start to climb, you don't have to be afraid
Of something that you might have to face every single day,
So run into the battle screaming with all of your might.
As God is my witness, I will always fight!
Bang goes the gun and the shot was heard around the nation.
Both sides fighting for a different kind of freedom.
One side creams freedom for the slaves, no man shall be over another.
The other wants to live a life of peace and be able to make their own decision.
Families are separated from each other, fighting fights against one another.
Some people are conflicted on which side is right and which is wrong.
But is there really a right side or a wrong side when both sides are fighting for a good reason?
When there are good men on both sides dying for what they believe in, then there really isn't a right or a wrong.