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NaPoWriMo Day 30: Forgotten Numbers

A poem about how the sacrifices of the American Civil War have started to fade from memory and why we need to preserve this legacy with each anniversary.

NaPoWriMo Day 30 - Forgotten Numbers

Todays’s NaPoWriMo prompt asks me to write a poem of farewell for our thirtieth day, but this year, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something that returns. For, just as the swallows come back to Capistrano each year, NaPoWriMo and GloPoWriMo will ride again!

I wrote a poem about how the sacrifices of the Amerian Civil War have started to fade from memory and why we need to preserve this legacy with each anniversary.

Forgotten Numbers

When the war was done
We could finally go home
To put away our guns
And be left all alone.

When the war’s end was twenty
We met at that place
Where our friends fell so heavy
And died without grace.

When the war’s end hit fifty
We all gathered ’round
Reminisced with our whiskey
And drank to those who haunt these grounds.

On our last reunion
The last of us did arrive
A drink to our unit
And to those still alive.

When the war’s end was a hundred
We were all in the dirt
Our children did wonder
But the lack of memory did hurt.

After a century of time
We were all forgotten souls
Our monuments maligned
And our deeds untold.

But Mark Twain did write
History certainly does rhyme
If you do not learn from our plight
You will fight this a second time.

You must never neglect
Those that have walk war’s path
Because a memory unchecked
Is a future generation’s epitaph.

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