Two Brave Flags

Two brave flags
Rippling in the wind;
Neither cared who’s right;
Neither’ll care which’ll win.
Overseeing a field of ‘honor’
Facing in opposite ways
Bracing for a storm
That’ll last for about four days.
Crossed red bands in one,
Red stripes for the other,
A fighter for each’s own country,
Tho’ tis brother against brother.
1st shot by yon cannon;
The rebel yells at echo;
Charged the boys in gray;
Old hands knew how’d it’d go.
Hot lead scythed the ranks,
Blood dyed the furrowed land,
Rifles then aimed no longer,
And horses were no longer manned.
Later the foul smoke cleared
But the battle was far from won.
But the war for these boys of the South
Was over, and Gen’l Pickett was done.
The flags then hung there limply,
Aloft on high proud poles.
They’ll bury the dead 100’s
In 100’s and 100’s of holes.
The war shall last two more years;
More days when we’ll find:
Two brave flags flying
And rippling in the wind.

About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on March 26, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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