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This poem was created for a history project. Enjoy!
This is dedicated to my grandfather, the man who first instilled a love for history in me.


Submitted:Jun 24, 2009    Reads: 125    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   


Onward Men! Across the field,

To our fate, yet we shall not yield,

To the fiery furyof Hell's hot wrath,

Dwelling not on the thought of death.

Cannon fire! Bullets! The sound of those,

Taken by them Yankee foes.

No stopping yet, my fellow Rebs,

Our bounty's more than victory's head.

It's freedom we want, the right to keep

Our land, our homes, in our hearts so deep,

Our History! The Southern Pride

This is the reason why we ride.

Onto battle men! you Johnny Rebs,

Onto your great and gallant deaths!

You know it's worth it only because,

You're protecting your homes, your land, your cause.

So fight my fellows, that we might win

Our bounty of victory, respect to the end!




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