In the cold of the night
Stood the men in the fight.
Their clothes all in shatters;
Their shoes all in tatters
They stood in fright.
The sky was bright with colors,
The dead on the dirk with crimson collars
These valiant men stood and fought.
For they knew that-
With blood was this country bought.
Our flag, with it’s stars and stripe
Waved above the men in the night.
Their only hope, they all knew
Was God, who would help them win this feud.
The cannon boomed loud
And the men fought hard.
For no one was a coward;
They all did their part.
And when the sun filled the sky,
When that awful night was nigh,
We arose the victors once again
For this battle was fought by brave men.
By Susanna R. Criss
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