Alan L. Winters
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?
©Copyright mid 1980s by Alan L. Winters
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: Ridley Creek St. Park, PA. Photograph ©Copyright by Alan L. Winters