So I wrote this poem as an assignment for my Civics Honors class. It's orignally for the American Revolution, I realized as I wrote it, it could be a solider's view in the Civil war that was dieing. So this is a dieing Jasper's last thoughts as he died in war.
We stood shoulder to shoulder
Some will never get older
We stand together, never apart
We fight together, never alone
Our faces blank as they came into view
Our guns loaded and raised
It was like looking into a mirror
All guns go off, it's time to reload.
We pounded the powder into the barrel
As our conrads fell
Blood spilt on the ground, as dirt became mud
On my right was the towns store clerk
On my left was a lad I went to school with two years ago
Their numbers fell and so did ours
They wore red like the blood that flooded the ground
Smoke covered the ground from guns and canon
One by one my new family fell
Bullets wizzed by me
The air was thick with the dead's last wishes
I felt pain shoot through my stomach
I had gotton hit
These were my last breaths,
My last thoughts
Really was this war worth all the deaths?
All the families that would go without a father
A husband, son, or brother
Our families were never going to see us again
I had never said good-bye
I didn't want to die here,
Laying in the mud, blood caked in my hair
I would never be wed, or father a child
My mother would be so sad, her only son would never return
Pain raced through my body,
My heart was pounding in my ears
This is where I died, laying in a pool of blood mine and not mine
Wishing I could tuck in my baby sister one last time
We had stood shoulder to shoulder
And I was never to get older
We stood united,
But we fell alone.
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Meranda Dawn.