I found them holding one another Two young men embracing. One in Rebel Grey,the other in Union Blue. Matching lockets found about their necks contained the same image of a wizened woman. They resembled one another even though death had distorted their appearance somewhat. I lingered for a moment, pondering, what their final conversation may have been. Had they reminisced about running barefoot together to a river to swim on a hot summers afternoon? Or perhaps mischief they had taken part in at the clapboard one room schoolhouse they had attended? Their differences of opinion seemed to have been obviously disguarded on that blood stained field. Their loaded muskets lying by their sides in the muddy crater where they lay. Might their final words whispered to one another while life drained from them have been...I Love You? A tear trickled down my cheek. I Hoped So !!
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this poem some years ago, while sitting on the stonewall on Seminary Ridge in Gettysburg as I overlooked the battlefield where so many died. And I wept and wondered " What If ? "