Freedom's Gettysburg( from Trice Told Tales)

A Yankee pesades his horse
  As an imperial soldier
Who finds no remorse
  For the Confederate who hides behind a boulder
On the wayside of Gettysburg's course.

The casus belli
  Betokens the battle:
A soldier yells
  From his rebel saddle,
As a Dixie flag bloodily hails.

The Confederates lay on the ridge Seminary,
  Steadily taking aim;
The Union lay on the ridge Cemetery
  Casting gun-site on the blame
And each with their own dignitary. 

The bloodiest battle of all took place,
  Gunsmoke poured from every gun,
Bullets riddled, lamed, and held each other's fate,
  From whence this fight began,
Not one soldier stood firmly in victory's face.

Countless bodies were strewn across the battlefield divide,  
  Guns and swords laid sprawled upon the ground,
Generals and captains assessed the damage to each side,
  As every cannon shot glory through a thundering sound,
Hallow now, where the brave and valiant once collide. 

Where the limbers and caissons immemorially led,
  Toward the sanguine grate,
And, stumble upon the echelon of the dead,
  Who have met their abiding fate,
With cold partisan lead. 

- John Hardesty