I share my grandfather’s love for history and he enjoyed World War II history while I’m a American Revolution, Civil War and westward expansion fan. I read the Canterbury Tales in junior year in high school Creative Writing and the assignment was to write from a point of view of one of the characters. I wrote as if I was the Man of Law overlooking the Battle of Gettysburg. As a matter of fact, I went to Gettysburg when I was younger and I had a blast. I went on a tour and saw Little Round Top and the place where Lincoln delivered his famous Gettysburg Address. I toured through the historic town with my grandparents and it was a fun time. I would like to share the poem with you. Enjoy!
Dusky smoke filled the air
The ground was covered with despair
Lying on the ground were men
Dying for the country they did defend
And so the head visited the site
Where they fought with all their might.
The head made a speech,
Which was no longer than three.
I stood where I could hear
Every word hitting my ear.
The crowd gathered around
There was not one sound
On the field he read
In honor of the dead.
In front of the head the people stood
Every word they heard good
And clear. I stand behind a tree
So that nobody would find me
The head spoke so clear
Everybody was around him so they could hear
The site itself was eerie.
The sky even looked dreary.
People stood under the grey,
And they felt the cold wind sway.
Everybody was so grave
Due to the history it paved
There was the head on the hill
Honoring all of the still.
There wasn’t a sound,
On this mournful ground.
And they did exactly what was expected.
For the dead, they were respected.
The air was chilly and breezy,
For this day wasn’t very easy.
People from all over gathered round,
Each one of them wearing a frown.
Tears rolled down each person’s cheeks.
My heart breaks each time they leak.
The head spoke for two and then for one.
After he spoke the third, Caesar was done.
I look at the field from where I stand,
Down the hill at that sorrowful land.
All the red, white and blue had been torn.
And so, people gathered together to mourn,
The loved ones they have lost in war.
May they rest in peace for evermore.
Over 100 years have quickly come and gone,
The sun setting at dusk and rising at dawn.
The battle is now just a solemn memory,
But the head’s speech went down in history.
Now this site is open to the public.
It is respected by the republic.
I walk around this eerie site,
Where the old men sleep their night.
People from all over the nation
Know about this somber station.
As a man, I should know the law,
For ruining this place would be a flaw.
Such a place where history rests,
Should be well-preserved at its best.
If it were to be totally ruined,
Its history would be gone and doomed.
The town, how tattered, how torn,
Where history was once born.
Everything was still there,
But now, the town was bare.
I walk over to where Caesar once spoke.
Seeing all the people gone made me choke.
It is here where sadness lurks.
I turn as my body jerks.
Men fought each other here the most.
But now to this day, they exist as ghosts.
Grey clouds roam around this dark place.
History can go at a pace,
Which darts like lightening in the sky,
It runs faster than a horse fly,
But sometimes, it’s slower than snail.
In the end, it will always prevail.
I stand here and feel queer,
As if something was near.
I looked all around to see,
But nobody was there around me.
Yet, I felt the presence of something.
I turned around, but I saw nothing.
And so, I started walking home.
Somehow, I did not feel alone.
I stopped walking and it went away.
The hot sun started to close the day.
Before I started my way home,
I decided to go and roam.
I slowly crept to the site,
To see the field of the fight.
This visit would be my last.
My others lie in the past.
But I still remember the head.
His legacy is not yet dead,
Nor will it ever be.
We all must honor he.
It will be forgotten never.
It will always stand forever.