Poetry

Broken Line (#1345)

Do I dare take the fortified hill?
With only musket and steel?

My fears remain unspoken,
Even after our line was broken,

Over half our battery lay dead,
The waiting enemy just ahead,

I can hear the wounded cries,
Smoke and death fill the skies,

Fields of motionless blue and gray,
I’ll never forget this bloody day,

Any Thoughts?

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