In A Town Called Gettysburg

Ink lings

An army gathering since morn
To the west and north they form
Unrelentingly advance
Their goal of victory to enhance
In a town called Gettysburg

By mid day the tide has turned
The gray line will not be spurned
Union soldiers in retreat
To regroup, deny defeat
In a town called Gettysburg

The 16th Maine left to delay
Keep the surging force at bay
Hold position at all cost
Sacrificed, they would be lost
In a town called Gettysburg

Near three hundred men stood fast
Knowing well they could not last
Brave men amidst  shot and shell
Fighting on while comrades fell
In a town called Gettysburg

To overwhelming odds they yield
Dead and dying on the field
Bugles sadly sound retreat
Calling those left from the defeat
In a town called Gettysburg

Until the very last defender
The colors they will not surrender
Rip the silken flags apart

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs of questionable origin. I created this blog as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations since my wife is tired of hearing them and, after 50 some odd years, probably with good reason. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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