Among these jagged rocks, whose height commands A vista of the Ridges, and the plain Where thrifty farms lie on the battlelands, And sons of soldiers reap their ripened grain -- Among these tragic rocks a pang of fear Cuts at my heart for every frightened lad Who charged this wooded hill or waited here, Gripping his gun with all the strength he had. How young they were, these boys in blood-stained blue, In dim and dusty gray amid the wheat, The salt sweat in their eyes like bitter dew, And burning furrows under burning feet! My youth cries out to theirs. . . . Could I have stood At bay among these rocks, or charged this wood? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DARBY AND JOAN by FREDERIC EDWARD WEATHERLY WIND IN THE WILLOWS by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT MEXICAN FUNERAL PROCESSION by BEULAH VICK BICKLEY A SUMMER NIGHT'S ENCHANTMENT by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE IN A VISION OF THE NIGHT by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE EARTH AND MAN by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE WE GO ON by NELLIE MANLEY BUCK BOOKS OF THE BIBLE: THE OLD TESTAMENT by JOHN NELSON DAVIDSON |