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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hillside</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On a hillside in the North<br>a drummer boy marches<br>parading through flying lead<br>wading through marshes</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thrown in a war<br>he knows not about<br>he drums solemly<br>now there is doubt</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the back of his mind<br>an itch in his head<br>he pauses to think<br>and is a shot in the leg</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Lead rushes through veins<br>but still he drums<br>Battle Hymn of the Republic<br>he quietly hums</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Twelve years old<br>his world fades to black<br>he knows war is Hell<br>and there's no turning back</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the hillside of the South<br>a mother trembles<br>she opens a letter<br>with Union symbols</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'I regret to inform you'<br>is all she can read<br>she knows what has happened<br>and falls to her knees</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her son is concerned<br>as he hears her cry<br>he runs from his room<br>and begins to eye</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A package at the door<br>rips it open with his thumb<br>his brother had no job<br>but instead a Union drum</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In an act of rage<br>he runs out the door<br>carrying the drum<br>to Hell, and to war</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He marches with the drum<br>blue coveralls donned<br>He searches for his dad<br>the Father/Son bond</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On a hillside in the South<br>a father shoots his son<br>he walks to his kill<br>and sees what he has done</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sick of fighting<br>sick of himself<br>he runs from the war<br>from Hell, and from death</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sprinting through forest<br>and thick, heavy fog<br>he looks over his shoulder<br>and trips on a log</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He tries to stand up<br>but his leg is broken<br>he crawls for his life<br>and prayers are spoken</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the hillside of the South<br>wife and husband reunite<br>she thanks God he's alive<br>and hides him overnight</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">at three in the morning<br>a soldier knocks at the door<br>the husband awakens<br>and remembers the war</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The wife gets up<br>the soldier steps in<br>in a war against brothers<br>no one can win</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Searching for the AWOL<br>he goes through the house<br>wife goes to husband<br>and holds close her spouse</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The soldier demands she get back<br>but she won't let go<br>wife stays with husband<br>a gunshot echoes</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On a hillside in the North<br>a poem is written<br>about the Civil War<br>and this family's decisions</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=William+Blake+Beckett">William Blake Beckett</a></strong></div>