Christmas In Camp
The wintry blast goes wailing by,
The snow is falling overhead.
I hear the lonely sentry’s tread,
And distant watch fires light the sky
Dim forms go flitting through the gloom;
The soldiers cluster ’round the blaze
To talk of other Christmas days
And softly speak of home and home.
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from The Civil War Christmas Album, Philip Van Doren Stern, ed.
What a great poem, Meg! I can only imagine how miserable the holidays must have been for soldiers wanting nothing more than to go home to their families.
one of my favorites . we have it posted in our civil war museum and learning center i Echos thru time springville ny