In 1913, America celebrated the 50th anniversary of the battle of Gettysburg. In the photo below, a veteran of the Union Army (right) shakes hands with a Confederate veteran (left) at that historic celebration.
LIFE MAGAZINE, AUG. 20, 1956 responded to a later anniversary celebration with the following comment:
“The greatest parade in American history has finally come to an end. The Grand Army of the Republic has marched off to join the shadows and no matter how long the nation exists there will never be anything quite like it again.”
Viewing the above photo, I felt compiled to write the following poem….
The mid 1800’s were troubled times in the USA
North and South each went their own way
Emotions on both sides were extremely high
Peace talks to solve the riff failed to unify
The practice of slavery became the root of a war
The South was for it, the North said “no more”
The southern plantations used slaves for labor
The North’s decree was not met with favor
Jonny Reb, the South; Billy Yank, the North
On opposite sides as a civil war moved forth
Fighting was fierce with guts, guns and knives
Defending beliefs with the loss of many lives
In 1865 the bitter fighting came to an end
It took many years for relationships to mend
Slowly the painful process of healing began
A unified nation had survived as per plan
The fifty-year re-union was quite an affair
Many surviving civil war veterans were there
Tales were related by the foes that had been
The good news is . . . . . .
Большое спасибо моим русским друзьям и читателям. , ... Ваши визиты в мой блог оценили.
(Many thanks to my many Russian friends and readers. . . . . Your visits to my blog are appreciated.)