Fields of wheat trampled down,
Her skirts in disarray.
On her lap, cold and dead,
Lie a sea of Blue and Gray.
Mother Earth craddled them close,
To her bossom as she'd pray,
'Father, help us, we are drowning,
In this sea of Blue and Gray.'
She tended their lifeless bodies,
Protecting them where they lay.
Grieving for lost, fathers and sons,
Amidst a sea of Blue and Gray.
As others then, dressed alike,
Came to carry the bodies away,
She knew she'd soon be needed again,
In another sea, of Blue and Gray.