Shenandoah Dreams

A new day breaks and cannons roar,
drowning out the morning praise of birds,
flying high above the battle lines.

Men, brothers in blue and grey,
in silence wait the orders of the day.

Bayonets fixed, muskets loaded,
eyes stare out towards their foe.
Each one believes that God
will give their side victory,
on this battlefield today.

Drummer boys drum in perfect time,
blue and grey march in straight lines.
They never glance away,
from the distant, waiting goal,
as comrades fall onto the bloody ground.


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