Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘confederacy’

quantrill

When William Quantrill, in the Civil War,
Led his gray troops, like swarming ants, in raid
On Lawrence, citizens died by the score –
Unarmed.  A battle, or just vengeance paid?

John Morgan, likewise, was a Southern pride;
But to the North, his acts were piracy.
His men would conquer, taking all they spied –
An army’s pillaging?  Or robbery?

The line between an army waging war
And scoundrels, murderers, and common thieves;
Between a wicked gang and army corps
Is thinner than a person oft believes.

To see this truth is but to know the names:
With Quantrill rode both Frank and Jesse James.

—————————————-

The picture is of William Quantrill.

—————————————-

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quantrill%27s_Raiders

—————————————

© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

Read Full Post »

robert-e-lee

The gray-haired man on the iron-gray horse
Toward Pennsylvania led his gray-clad force.
And a Union lass in the Union land
Said, “I wish he was ours – he’s handsome and grand.”

———————————————-

*A Union lass did say that.


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

Read Full Post »

Jeb Stuart, in the midst of war,
Rode by his family.
While on his horse, he kissed his wife –
Goodbye in brevity.

Mere two days later, he was dead,
Kissed by a sniper’s bee.
It was a single touch that took
Him to eternity.

Of Stuart, Sedgwick later said,
“He ruled the cavalry.
He was the greatest officer
That we will ever see.”

The bullet, kiss, the spoken praise
Were each a single tick,
Upon the ages’ lumb’ring clock,
From one life that we pick.

How quick a stroke a brush may make
And change fore’er a hue
On which the wind will blow all day
And fall, in mornings, dew.

——————————-

© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

Read Full Post »

At Griswoldville, Blue’s Howard left behind
Rear guard to watch as his men moved away.
Some Rebels sniffed them out as hounds will find
The wily fox who is the hunters’ prey.

In close formation, Gray made its attack
With courage, but without a bit of art,
Straight toward the waiting guns which drove them back,
To charge twice more, and failing, then depart.

The Union soldiers went into the field
As victors, cheering loudly with broad smiles.
But what to them had till then been concealed
Froze lips – the fallen Gray in many piles.

As Southern cause was close to its last breath,
Youth and the age-ed for the war were grist.
Six hundred lay, in agony or death,
So green, these Gray, that Blue troops rarely missed.

At Griswoldville, one viewed the grisly scene
And grieving, said, “There is no God in war.”
And thinking of a mother’s mournful keen,
He said, “War’s what the devil wishes for.”

—————————————

© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

Read Full Post »

The nation was the young United States;
Department: War. And Secretary
Was seen as one of the most able greats.
In that, he should have been more wary.

What knowing man will fashion his own noose
With stronger rope and tie it tightly,
So that no frantic struggle lets him loose
And dies while spotlight’s beaming brightly?

He prepped one nation well, and then in war
Became the head of still another –
A nation, new, that fought the land before
Jeff Davis served, one then the other.

—————————————————

© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

Read Full Post »

I never was a master or a slave,
Though maybe one, or both, is in my blood.
By kinsmen past is not how I behave
If in me now by drop or even flood. 

What’s gone before is but a sketch that’s pale,
While I am busy now with paint in hand
With all the colors of my present tale
To make my life a masterpiece that’s grand. 

If all my colors clash, there’s none to blame –
Not ghosts or genes or skin or governments.
I am the one responsible for fame
Or failure, not the long ago, or once. 

That some take umbrage at a distant flag
Shows chains of slav’ry that their minds still drag.

——————————————————

© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

Read Full Post »