Terry D. Sutherland

WE’LL SLEEP TOMORROW

Awarded: October 3, 2008Hold my horse, dear Nina
He’s choked by the sun
All day we been fightin’
And I’m tired of the run

The gold handled saber
Has blood on the hilt
The blade, it shines
Like the day it was built

The muskets weigh heavy
On the shoulders of Abe
We’ll sleep tomorrow
In a shallow mass grave

Hold my horse, dear Nina
I’m parched by the sun
My ears are ringin’
From the noise of the guns

The road runs crimson
With the blood of good men
No wagons to carry them
No comfort from friends

©Copyright September 20, 2008 by Terry D. Sutherland

Author’s Note: I was thinking of the battle at Antietam which took place September 17th, 1862, when I wrote the poem. I was also thinking of the song by Bob Dylan and sung as a folk song so many times with the beautiful voice of Joan Baez, “Farewell Angelina”. I pictured in my minds ear and eye the words of the poem being sung by Joan to the music of “Farewell Angelina”. I thought it would be a beautiful folk song.