My Friend

My Friend

A Poem by Sarah

Let friends never turn to enemies.


I hold these words for you, my friend,

a message sent in haste.

For on this day we meet again,

whose courage has gone to waste?


I hope you think no ill of me

for my duty has been done,

we don’t see eye to eye this day

so whose battle has been won?


My friend,

we fight, the both of us, each a righteous knight, for

my freedom and your Declaration. Neither of us is wrong

but we both know we’re right.


We meet again on this day

upon Culp’s great hill,

where I will charge and you will fire . . .

where you will live and I will fare -ill


I hold these words for you, my friend,

let this be my goodbye.

After all those years of growing up,

I never thought so soon I’d die.


So, when all is said and done,

no matter who ends this battle song,

you will always be my friend,

and you never did anything wrong.


Fight on, my friend, fight on.

© 2012 Sarah

Author's Note

ignore grammar, it's the words that count the most

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Added on June 26, 2012
Last Updated on June 26, 2012
Tags: Civil War, war, death, friendship, battle



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