Through Summers ' heat
and icy rain
The stone faced guardians
remain.
They stand fast
when the snow lies deep.
They stand their guard
where the heroes
sleep.
Long Summers past
there was a war
and boys in butternut
charged gloriously.
Then broke upon
the blue clad wall
as cliffs repel
the storm tossed sea.
Now of that host
not one remains
to sound the charge
or scale a wall.
The stone faced guardians
remain
long past the bugles'
dying call.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
Through Summers ' heat
and icy rain
The stone faced guardians
remain.
They stand fast
when the snow lies deep.
They stand their guard
where the heroes
sleep.
Long Summers past
there was a war
and boys in butternut
charged gloriously.
Then broke upon
the blue clad wall
as cliffs repel
the storm tossed sea.
Now of that host
not one remains
to sound the charge
or scale a wall.
The stone faced guardians
remain
long past the bugles'
dying call.
My inspiration was the image of a statute of a Union infantryman half buried in snow at Gettysburgh. This July marks the 150th anniversary of this pivotal battle
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