Stone Walls
by DCDave

They gave our general a name.
They gave our soldiers a game,
A game of hide-and-blast
At Yankees closing fast,
But falling faster still,
Climbing their last hill,
As we sent them to their graves
From cover made by slaves.

David Martin

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