Three friends in a row
On a windswept hill there
Had they but eyes to see
It’s a spectacle rare.
Three friends in a row
on a former plantation.
Three soldiers confined here
just for the duration.
It was Robert Lee’s land
Before terrible war
Made it a plantation
Like none was before.
There are soldiers and sergeants,
Many heroes, few saints.
Some are here since Antietam
since the war between States.
Marse Robert’s plantation
takes the proud and the few.
No serfs and no slaves,
only freeborn and true.
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 8:15 PM UTC
Three friends in a row
On a windswept hill there
Had they but eyes to see
It’s a spectacle rare.
Three friends in a row
on a former plantation.
Three soldiers confined here
just for the duration.
It was Robert Lee’s land
Before terrible war
Made it a plantation
Like none was before.
There are soldiers and sergeants,
Many heroes, few saints.
Some are here since Antietam
since the war between States.
Marse Robert’s plantation
takes the proud and the few.
No serfs and no slaves,
only freeborn and true.
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