Appomattox
The feel of the pen fresh in memory
Last thing I wrote was General Lee
Dragging myself upon my horse
I did not believe this was the course
Up to Appomattox again I would return
The conqueror not the southern
The path no space lacking colored bodies
Last time I believed I would feel was that cold breeze
Seeing the same house yet again
Dressed as nicely as a coachmen
I would rather die a thousand deaths
There I breathed my last confederate breaths
Well done!!
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