Original poem: Spirits

 

 

 

Civil War ghost, soldiers and spiritsSpirits

Spirits roam the blood-soaked terrain,

From Antietam’s hills to Shiloh’s plains.

 

They are locked in a dimension

That is not of their volition.

 

Their main emotion is Confusion,

For their lives are an illusion.

 

Some inhabit only their spot of death;

Others endlessly march with no rest.

 

They need release from this exiled plane.

We need to help them to their final realm.

 

I want them to cease their timeless wait.

I want them to pass through the Pearly Gates.

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About Civil War Reflections

Vernon has been a Civil War buff since childhood, but had been inactive in Civil War history for over two decades. However, in the early 1990s his interest was rekindled after watching Ken Burns’ “Civil War Documentary” on PBS. He particularly became interested in the Battle of Antietam (Sharpsburg) and decided to learn more about this epic struggle.
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