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For the South
“Coming! They’re coming!”
The gale conveyed to blue-clads
“Rebels are coming!”
All eyes anxiously turned to
Distant, vast, gray lines
Pickett’s Charge advanced
Young and old Rebels, as one
For the South!—they all perished.
Amidst thunderous
Blasts, shells pelted the ground, some
Sending men to doom.
Cannons shrilled their deathly song
And suddenly, all was still.
Pickett’s Charge advanced
Young and old Rebels, as one
For the South!—they all perished.
Rebels paused, waiting
For the Southern battle cry
To sound. Harbored men,
Clad in blue, waited till the
Bleak cannon smoke cleared, waiting.
Pickett’s Charge advanced
Young and old Rebels, as one
For the South!—they all perished.
After cannon fire,
All was silent, as both sides
Gazed. Union soldiers
Crouched on Cemetery Ridge
Behind a low stone barrage.
Pickett’s Charge advanced
Young and old Rebels, as one
For the South!—they all perished.
Then, through the stillness
Rose the cry among Rebel men
“Forward! For Our South!”
Furling in the wind, the flag
Of Dixie pointed—onward!
Pickett’s Charge advanced
Young and old Rebels, as one
For the South!—they all perished.
Through rye, trampled grass,
Advanced fueled Confederates,
Under Union fire.
Furling, fluttering, flying
The Rebel flag danced boldly.
Pickett’s Charge advanced
Young and old Rebels, as one
For the South!—they all perished.
Again cannons roared,
Yankee blue-coats stared—listened.
Cries of freedom rose,
Like a banshee’s cry, afar,
While gray lines moved forward.
Pickett’s Charge advanced
Young and old Rebels, as one
For the South!—they all perished.
Columns and columns
Tense Union soldiers aimed true.
Down went Rebel boys,
Crumpling beneath bullets.
Woe to mothers, their boys gone
Pickett’s Charge advanced
Young and old Rebels, as one
For the South!—they all perished.
Here and there, grays would shoot
Fervency swept away, while
Enemy men fell.
Could be friend, father, brother…
Remember the South—no fear.
Pickett’s Charge advanced
Young and old Rebels, as one
For the South!—they all perished.
Death hung in the air,
But Rebels kept on going.
And now desperate
They charged for a cause alive;
Streams of blood were their pathways
Pickett’s Charge advanced
Young and old Rebels, as one
For the South!—they all perished.
Acrid smoke around—
Thick, ominous and rousing.
Over the bulwark
Rebels spilled, chilling cries rose
While they brandished bayonets.
Pickett’s Charge advanced
Young and old Rebels, as one
For the South!—they all perished.
Hand to hand combat
Ensued. Guns blasting all ‘round.
Down fell one—another.
Yet they clung onto hope
These Rebels fought for Dixie.
Pickett’s Charge advanced
Young and old Rebels, as one
For the South!—they all perished.
But gone was one man
Another and another.
Till haggard, fell back
These Rebels. Down plummeted
A chance for triumph. Vanished.
Pickett’s Charge advanced
Young and old Rebels, as one
For the South!—they all perished.
Back Confederates.
Back they went across the field.
To the bleary Lee.
“It is all my fault!” he cried,
Despaired. But the South’s hope had vanished.
Pickett’s Charge advanced
Young and old Rebels, as one
For the South!—they all perished.
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