Battlefield of Gettysburg
We walked across what once was field of
blood,
But now transformed to lovely park-like
place.
Where men lay scattered dying in the
mud
And sorrow passed on every tortured face.
They died to save a nation from disgrace.
The grassy field now serves to teach and
warn,
Where bravery reigned and legends were born.
Their shouts and groans echo down
through the years.
The loss of life this nation still may
mourn.
Now we remember only ghosts of tears.
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