Sunset at Gettysburg

On a warm night in August
In a place that once screamed
of pain and death
Now silent
except for the sounds of nature
and of man.

The sacrifice was great
the slaughter was mighty
yet now, the skies bath the grounds
in the pure light of nature
and it's glory.

The cannons all silent
the muskets do not roar.
It's hard to imagine
how a place of such peace
could have been
such a place of war.

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All images and poems are Copyright 1999 Anthony V. Seo