THE HISTORY BUFF

Jonathan Wallace Hofstetter

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Poetry

February 2017

Great-uncle was a Hoosier

from near St. George’s Creek.

And when the Union was dissolved,

he joined within a week.  

 

He stood in Shiloh’s hornet’s nest.

He witnessed Lee’s surrender.  

He slept in ditches great and small,

in places unremembered.    

 

I had never met this man.

No tintypes now remain.  

But I learned from his tombstone  

that we shared an ancient pain:

 

“Thy deer is in his den, milord.

Thy hounds are by thee lying.

Dream a dream of yonder glen

where no more men are dying.”

 

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