First of all, I did not write this poem...it was written by Lucius Perry Hills...it is a favorite of mine and I wanted to share it with ya'll...let me know what you think

White fingers were strewing memorial flowers

where the fallen Confederates lay,

the boys who had fought 'neath the stars and the bars

in their ragged old suits of gray,

and I laid a white rose on a grave at my side,

a token tender and true

to the courage of those who had fought as my foes,

as I was wearing the blue.

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Near by stood a veteran, grizzled and bent,

who held in his trembling hand

a tattered old flag that in many a fight

had led his Confederate band.

And I saw the tea ... Read more ...