1865

Night
Through forests they march
Through someone's unharvested field
Through their own backyards
To battle

Fight
Rifles aimed at foes
Cannons blazed at friends
Bayonets charged at brothers
To protect their homes

Light
Weary bodies move steadily
Down trails they've always known
Back to family's warm embrace
War forgotten

Note: Was named as the best submission in my school's writing magazine, The Glass Pen.