by James W. Spain, II
Across this beautiful field,
Echoes history of a bygone era.
Where once there was so much
destruction and carnage
there is now a wheat field,
with colorful wildflowers scattered.
Where thousands died
in the pursuit to free all men,
the gentle breeze blows
on this fall day.
Where terror and fear were felt
by boys not old enough to be men,
I feel the sadness,
for all that perished at Gettysburg