Alan L. Winters


IWVPA Double Tap Award for War Poetry: April 10, 2007
Awarded: April 10, 2007
Between the rows of golden corn
The battle lines were drawn
And as the campfires began to die
The day began the dawn.

The quiet yet unbroken
‘Save the rustling in the field
Until the sound of shot and shell
When soldier’s fates were sealed.

They came by horse; they came by foot,
Their banners waving high.
They knew that some would live that day;
They knew that some would die.

A hundred times a hundred men
Stained red this golden corn.
In three short hours the fields were still
On this early summer morn.

Yet after more than six score years
I feel their kindred souls,
And wish them everlasting peace
For whom the death bell tolls.

The rows of corn are tall again;
The land is good once more.
But could these fields be stained with blood
By yet another war?

Author’s Note: When I visited Gettysburg to do some photography, I came to this one spot which looked like an ideal picture location. But the closer I got the more I felt death all around me. It turned out to be the site of Pickett’s ill fated charge.

Pickett’s Charge Re-enactment
Pickett’s Charge Re-enactment: Ridley Creek St. Park, PA. Photograph ©Copyright by Alan L. Winters