On an all but forgotten battlefield
The guns are silent now
The craters from the cannon balls
Long removed by the blades of plow

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 gray
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