“Sherman fell back”! They ran from tree to tree
Along the greening ridge, now blue with smoke,
Where struggling wounded staggered desperately,
Holding torn arms or legs that bent and broke!
Fell slowly back through burning oak and beech,
Carrying an officer shot through the chest!
Behind my orchard bright with blooming peach,
“Prentiss took line across the Hornets’ Nest”!
Out of the “Sunken Road” men rose to fire
Into the faces of advancing men