Chapter 8

by Christopher Rudolph © 2015

Chapter 8 – This poem, Robert E Lee First Day Begins July 1st, 1863, focuses on the actions of Robert E Lee on the 1st day of the Battle of Gettysburg.

385px-Robert_E_Lee_in_1863 General Robert E Lee

Chapter 8 – Robert E Lee – First Day Begins – July 1st, 1863 


The morning of July 1st

Wind whistled through the trees

Out of his tent now

Was Robert E. Lee


Already men were moving southeast

Across hilly green terrain

Down the misty road

Through a cold fine rain


He felt a bit shaky

He was in a bit of pain

Hands and chest ached

Good health he must feign


He must appear hearty

And ready for battle

But recently from his horse

He fell out of his saddle


Some soldiers marching by

Saw his head so white

Resolute salutes given

Ready for the fight


Along the fence

Some stared reverently

For these boys were in awe

Of their dear Bobby Lee


Something troubled the Old Man

They needed a victory soon

Time was running out

It was already now past June


Without word from General Stuart

Reports tended to belie

Stuck only with information

From a paid uncertain spy


Just then a message Lee got

Some troubling information

Union Calvary in Gettysburg

Hill thought this just excited exaggeration


“It was only local militia

Like days before

When Early’s division had driven them

And captured them by the score”


Just then Lee saw Longstreet

Riding his black horse today

He rode ahead of his First Corps

With important information to relay


Old Pete dismounted

And went to talk to Lee

For his Spy he sent to Gettysburg

Did surely see


Buford’s dashing men

Of the Union Cavalry

Not far behind therefore

Would be Union Infantry


Suddenly they heard

Distant thumping low

Thunder up ahead

Blasting bursting blows


Then spoken from the lips

Of Robert E. Lee

“That is not thunder

It is Union artillery”


So as the cold rain cleared

And the day met the Sun

Clashing sounds resounded

The Battle had begun!


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