“Ghosts of Battle”
-- by Joseph C. Dorffner, Sr. - Copyright 2000 --
Walking across the battlefield,
one feels a presence there.
Is the spirit of souls at unrest,
that walk this land so bare.
They that died in bloody battle,
their bodies laid shambles here.
Though they still fight the battle,
we have no harm to fear.
Their dedication there to duty,
put to the greatest test.
That they gave their love for life,
died as soldiers at their best.
The blood and guts they gave here,
lay unseen upon the ground.
The cannon and the muskets,
yield shot without a sound.
The battle will rage on and on,
until the end of time.
The sadness that it brings to heart,
I've expressed here in this rhyme.