Young brave men, went to war, <br />men who had never <br />left their homes before. <br />these proud young men, <br />with heads held high, <br />marched down the street. <br />On their way to die, <br />Their cause, was freedom <br />which was now at stake <br />Where brother fought brother, <br />at a costly awake. <br />In the green of the land, <br />the North fought the South, <br />from the plains of Virginia <br />to the Platomac mouth. <br />A Yanky in blue, and a Rebel in grey, <br />both carrying a flag, <br />to win the battle of the day. <br />From the deafening sound, <br />they fought their battle, <br />charging with bayonets, <br />into the cannon rattle, <br />First came the blood, then the crying. <br />from men lying crumpled, <br />wounded or dying, <br />and still they came with shouts of glory. <br />Each ones flag, <br />telling a different story. <br />The Union Flag was placed in position, <br />The Rebel army <br />had fallen to submission. <br />Lee had surrendered, the treaty was signed. <br />Men came home, <br />battle scared and blind, <br />Blind of the time, when they fought together <br />The Yankee boy who won the day <br />and the Johnny Reb <br />with his coat of grey. <br />Both flags are one, they now unite <br />to a land, that gives freedom <br /> as of right.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-flags-to-war/
