This Poem was Submitted By: Jackie Ray Kays On Date: 2000-12-07 01:03:16 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Robert E...They Cried

                                    At chickahominy, Gains’s Mill and Old Oak Grove… on the back of a great white charger, he road. Through gray clouds of cannon smoke and a rain of mini balls… over the chill of the might Rebel yell… Robert E. Robert E. they cried.  For those marching souls in gray… that name lives on today. For Dixie Land and that great man… all took a bloody last stand. An to the tune of the day… fought and died for the Confederate gray. Robert E. Robert E… they cried… and to that dying mass, that name brought dignity… for the end was near at last. Robert E. Robert E….they cried… clear across that crimson battle line. For the Victor’s in blue that name rang true… a sense of fear and hidden respect... for a man so highly revered. Robert E. Robert E. they cried… for even now a hundred years passed... his name lives on…                  Even though the Confederacy is long gone. Forever, across the pages of history he will ride… like a gigantic wave on an everlasting tide.

Copyright © December 2000 Jackie Ray Kays

Additional Notes:
This poem was composed in 1965.

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