Thomas Hornsby Ferril, 'No Mark'
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war_poetryNo Mark
Corn grew where the corn was spilled
In the wreck where Casey Jones was killed,
Scrub-oak grows and sassafrass
Around the shady stone you pass
To show where Stonewall Jackson fell
That Saturday at Chancellorsville,
And soapweed bayonets are steeled
Across the Custer battlefield ;
But where you die the sky is black
A little while with cracking flak,
Then ocean crosses very still
Above your skull that held our will.
O swing away, white gull, white gull,
Evening star, be beautiful.
by Thomas Hornsby Ferril
http://youtu.be/arlbSPA0blA
Corn grew where the corn was spilled
In the wreck where Casey Jones was killed,
Scrub-oak grows and sassafrass
Around the shady stone you pass
To show where Stonewall Jackson fell
That Saturday at Chancellorsville,
And soapweed bayonets are steeled
Across the Custer battlefield ;
But where you die the sky is black
A little while with cracking flak,
Then ocean crosses very still
Above your skull that held our will.
O swing away, white gull, white gull,
Evening star, be beautiful.
by Thomas Hornsby Ferril
http://youtu.be/arlbSPA0blA
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