Pickett's Charge

Pickett's Charge

by
Grace Berkheiser
(age 12)

Across that field, across that grass ,

A host, an army, will soon  pass,

And gun and men and battle merge ,

Into what will be known as Pickett's Charge.

Men will walk to their enemy's might,

They will walk to a desperate fight.

Their object is to gain the wall.

They all will fight, and most will fall.

Charge then men over your path.

Charge and face your enemy's wrath.

Do you know that the ground you tread,

Will soon be filled with hosts of dead?

Any man with sense can tell,

You yourselves know all too well,

That in this charge many will fall,

And you may never gain the wall.

However, for your home, your land

You all will charge, this valiant band.

Charge then into the depths of mystery,

Charge, and let the rest be history.

(orginal an unedited)


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