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Lori S. Maynard
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Date Posted: 18:42:24 05/27/02 Mon
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ANDERSONVILLE
The breeze marched through the muddy streets of Andersonville-
The soldiers, there, lying in their waste sick and dying.
Their colors of the Civil War worn as their Star of David badge,
Captured… broken… Spirit of God stood there crying.
No food nor water was given. A little pond just gathered decay.
“Don’t drink that water, young soldier” was the call.
Beatings erupted to steal the brass buttons of the newly arrived.
Only shirts and sticks proved shelter from elements that fall.
Now, some had wheels that spun rampant in their minds
They had to see their worrying Northern families.
Day by day, they dug a tunnel through their very Hell
To seek where they could at last, become free.
Finally, the night arrived, to crawl through Purgatory
To seek the sweet, cool grass on the other side.
Men were shot while escaping their captors
The recaptured were tortured till they died.
Emblems of hope no longer existed there
In that prison of war, four-wall fence of Andersonville.
The soldiers were battling all the seasons bare
And they knew they’d die in that Georgia hell.
Finally, the news came, too late for most
That a train had arrived to carry them for a trade.
Faint smiles tried to remember how to return;
Alas, they were marched to their own death parade.
For, the train never delivered them to freedom.
It delivered them to another prison like Andersonville.
This Memorial Day, we’ll remember them…
And salute their spirit and remember freedom’s will.
©May 27, 2002 Lori S. Maynard
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