Flowers of the South

form up boys

face to the right

for the glory of the South

swords glisten in the hot sun

drums and battle flags to the front

gray lines as far as the eye can see

sounds of men praying to their Gods

the gray block of men moved up the hill

on they came what a sight to behold

volley after volley met them

but they came on

banners waved and faltered

my eyes lingered upon the field

gone was the gray line

pools of red feeding the wheat

the flowers of the South gone forever

this written to commemorate

George E. Pickett charge on July 3. 1863