Confederates in gray upon the walls,
Yankees in tattered blue below them
Fighting not for their country's honor
But for the right to molder and decay and
Die at Andersonville.
Honeysuckle grows over those hallowed grounds
As woodbine creeps among the fallen leaves
Where birds flit among the ruins
And vie with squirrels for
Nuts and seed grown on grass
Which fed on those in blue
Who gave their lives at Andersonville.
((In memory of those Union soldiers who died in the Confederate prison at Andersonville, Georgia.) By Luther Butler " http://lutherbutlerspoetry.tripod.com/"
