I emailed it to her and called her. I told her that I had gotten a picture (vision?) in my mind of a Confederate in the East Woods at the Antietam/Sharpsburg Battlefield sitting on the ground with his back against a tree facing Dunker Church. Modern-day people on a walking tour passed him on both sides, moving toward The Corn Field.
The poem I received is as follows.
I sit back against this tree
And watch them go pass me.
But they never have seen me.
Because I ‘m already dead you see.
I’m caught in this flow of space.
I know not how to leave this place.
I’ll be here for eternity
Unless you can come and help me.
I know you care for us
Because you were one of us.
You love and cherish us
Because you fought and died with us.
Your life has been a great pursuit
To find what is the root.
Because your real life’s quest
Is to bring us peace and rest.
Now you can perform
What has been foresworn.
To weave the tapestry
Of your life’s destiny.
(To Be Continued)
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