You ask me Sir "Why dress like this?
Play soldiers for a while"
And there's that look, upon your face,
The gentle mocking smile
Please, take a seat and listen Sir,
To what I have to say.
It won't take long to let you know
My reasons, on this day
For I dear Sir, am surely blessed
With knowing that my kin
Did come right here, this very place,
When war, it did begin.
They came to fight, for what was right,
To answer, that great call.
To stand in line, with head held high,
And pray they would not fall.
So fearful then, these men of ours,
As they did charge in line,
Through fields of lead, and soil, turned red,
Their valour, so divine.
So many fell, right here to stay,
As battle raged above.
Their memories etched in this ground,
Their souls to God's Sweet Love.
They gave their all, right `cross this land,
So you, and I, could be.
Not special men, just normal folk,
So much like you, and me.
Yes, here they came, that time you know,
To make the sacrifice,
For they did stand and die my friend.
Snuffed out, in just a trice.
So now, we come to honour them.
Their names now carved in gold.
These mortal men, for evermore
Their story must be told.
We wear their clothes, and live their life,
As it was in time long gone.
To re-create what happened then,
Their story, to live on.
So mock us not, my friend I say,
As you, stroll through our camp.
But spend some time, to talk to us,
By smoky old time lamp.
For when night falls, we all do feel,
Their spirit, all around.
Then we're as one, all brothers here,
Upon this fateful ground.
I beg you stay, until the dawn,
As light does slowly creep.
To see the mist, so gently rise,
As children, from their sleep.
To feel the presence, in this place,
Of men, now in hereafter.
Then you will know, why I, dear Sir,
Became a re-enactor.
This poem is dedicated to two ladies who have given
me great support, love and encouragement with my work. Both of these
dear ladies actively participate in re-enactments, and I love them both
dearly. Their names are Marilyn L. Cook and Annette Wetzel.