"Dearest Sarah, I'm compelled to write with aching fearful hands
just in case I never make it back..."
The dawn arose
But the men slept still.
The faint light shone
But the stars shone brighter.
Some together, clustered,
Others apart, individuals.
Still, they all twinkled
In the same clear sky.
Dearest Sarah, I wrote,
But I stilled my pen.
How could I write home
When many never got the chance?
How could I label myself,
When many were forgotten?
How could I keep living,
When many lives had been slain so short?
Then, I wrote.
"...it seems sacrilegious, almost, to say I love you,
with the hearts that are stilled to love on the field of battle."
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Steadfast
Historical FictionA collection of poems that tell the story through song lyrics and real civil war letters of a soldier just trying to survive. Song: "Dearest Sarah" by Goodnight, Texas
