Halt!–the march is over,Day is almost done;Loose the cumbrous knapsack,Drop the heavy gun.Chilled and wet and weary,Wander to and fro,Seeking wood to kindleFires amidst the snow.
Round the bright blaze gather,Heed not sleet or cold;Ye are Spartan soldiers,Stout and brave and bold.Never Xerxian armyYet subdued a foeWho but asked a blanketOn a bed of snow.
Shivering, ‘midst the darkness,Christian men are found,There devoutly kneelingOn the frozen ground–Pleading for their country,In its hour of woe–For the soldiers marchingShoeless through the snow.
Lost in heavy slumbers,Free from toil and strife,Dreaming of their dear ones–Home, and child, and wife–Tentless they are lying,While the fires burn low–Lying in their blankets’Midst December’s snow.
When I think of the Civil War, I think 0f dark and cold, like winter. This poem talks about the war during the winter. Also the war makes me think of debt and the soldiers not having the best uniforms and this poem talks about soldiers marching without shoes. It’s sad and depressing, like this poem. Also I know the soldiers miss their home and families, just like this poem says. The war makes me think of hard, cold, lonely times and this poem describes that perfectly. The other thing I like about this poem is that it rhymes. 🙂