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by Laura Gabryszak

I walk along the well warn path, looking for a sign
Of something existing from the past somehow lost in time
As I make my way through the land, tears form in my eyes
For I am walking on the ground where soldiers hurt and cried
Fighting for our freedom, a boy became a man
He marched onto the field, a gun clutched in his hands
No sooner did he take his shot, he was struck down to the ground
He crawled into a corner, waiting to be found
His canteen went empty, and with it went his dreams
The corner concealed him so well; he must have not been seen
Over time he still waits scared, wanting to go home
I only wish he'd realize... that he isn't so alone

Laura A. Gabryszak just completed her junior year at Daemen College, Buffalo, New York, majoring in Early Childhood Special Education. The poem submitted was written in Gettysburg, PA and is based of a particular young boy who fought and tragically died during the Civil War.