Contemporary Confederate Poetry

I went to Rose Hill yesterday,
To seek our Honored Dead.
They rest upon a hillside,
Our standard overhead.

The "STARS & BARS", so beautiful,
Majestically it waved,
So proud a banner, for the rights,
These men had fought to save.

The weathered headstones, all in rows,
So silent in their places,
Inscribed with companies, regiments,
And names upon their faces.

I sat there on that hill awhile,
Beneath the flag above,
To honor all the men below,
And the standard they did love.

I stand here on this dusty road,
My rifle by my side.
They say we must surrender
And yet I'm filled with pride.

In knowing deep within my heart,
I gave my Southland all,
Like every man who took up arms
And answered Freedoms' call.

I've worn the gray most proudly
And loved our banners dear.
To give them up and walk away,
The thought brings me to tears.

My General, Marse Robert,
He led us very well.
I know that if he asked us to,
We would follow him through hell.

Although, this day will surely be,
The worst for our brave men.
At least we'll all be going home,
To be with Kith and Kin.

Throughout the years that follow,
This tragic fateful day,
We'll be proud of our fair flag
And how we wore the gray.