A poem for the boys in Blue and Gray still at Shiloh

I walked the fields of Shiloh today.
Saw the winners flag sway.
Waving in the breeze half mast.
Paying its respect to the boys thus past.
As I walked along roads once bloody.
A feeling of sorrow swept through my body.
Picturing the boys bravely fall.
Among the thunderous sounds and flying ball.
I knelt below the monument mark.
That noted where the boys in gray embarked.
On their frightful journey to their maker went.
Openly giving their lives they sent.
As I walked the fields of Shiloh today.
I felt moved enough to kneel and pray.
For both the boys of Blue and Gray.
You are not forgotten on this day.