Confederates in gray upon the walls, Yankees in tattered blue
below them Fighting not for their country's honor But for the
right to molder and decay and Die at Andersonville. Honeysuckle
grows over those hallowed grounds As woodbine creeps among the
fallen leaves Where birds flit among the ruins And vie with
squirrels for Nuts and seed grown on grass Which fed on those in
blue Who gave their lives at Andersonville. ((In memory of those
Union soldiers who died in the Confederate prison at
Andersonville, Georgia.) By Luther Butler "
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