The Guns Are Silent Now

 

 

On an all but forgotten battlefield

The guns are silent now

The craters from the cannon balls

Long removed by the blades of plough

 

The trees in the nearby woods

Have healed all their bullet wounds

The sounds of the war once fought here

Seem as far away now as the moon

 

The guns are silent now

But once they rang out loud

For once two armies met here

Both determined, brave, and proud

 

One army wore the Union blue

One wore the Confederate grey

Many from both sides died here

Though there is no sign of it today

 

In the history of our nation things happened

That few today understand just how

Fewer still will ever know the truth

For the guns are silent now

 

The Poet W. L. Kite

 

©Copyright of W. L. Kite

3/23/2002