Sleep Well Southern Boys

Half are unknown from 30 November.
Names that are lost, we no longer remember.

The Tennessee boys were all coming home.
Now buried in rows, from ‘ole Carnton stone.

“We’ll make the fight,” said Cleburne to Govan.
“If today we’re to die, Let us all die like men.”

‘Cross the valley of Harpeth, strode men on their steeds.
Giving orders to all, those willing to bleed.

They marched in the face of peril and danger.
With shells raining down from the guns of Granger.

Generals in Gray, like Adams and Strahl.
They marched all in line, and died where they fell.

The men came in columns, in oceans of waves.
Now sleeping in peace, in lone shallow graves.

Sleep well Southern boys, no longer in strife.
No greater love than to lay down one’s life.

Author:  Kraig W. McNutt, Copyright, 2011

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