Review of April 1861 on Amazon...

I just finished reading April 1861. It is an excellent example of historical fiction through poetic verse. I was never a big fan of poetry, But this book reads like a short story.it is very much a dedication to the bloodshed in this most terrible period of American history. Mr. Allen writes about all the things that brought on the American Civil War,such as the secession of the Southern States, and the attack on Ft. Sumter including Historical figures like Robert E. Lee and Abraham Lincoln.
So if you like Historical fiction and the human spirit you will love April 1861.

Dedicated, To Those Who Will Die Tomorrow

How many loaves of white bread did I buy for a dollar today?

Oh damn, it should have been whole grain.

That is how we can eat right they say.

And I thought the all news radio station said something about 200 dead.

I think it was in Syria.

I feel so guilt ridden.

I did not walk my 2 miles before breakfast.

I had two ice cream cups for dessert.

And the handsome man, and the pretty face on the big screen TV,

said it was poison gas, maybe, they don’t know for sure. Now it’s time for sports.

When is too much information

not enough information to act?

To finally do something to solve the problem.

At last someone on TV has an answer. 

They are going to trade the Quarterback for a first round draft pick next year.

Nothing on the tube tonight.

I guess I’ll try a level or two in Candy Crush or Farmville.

News flash, RSS feed, PUSH notification, a Presidential tweet.

The carriers are in position.

I need some nails to build another barn,

I’m out of lives. Please, can you send me some lives?

The Wheatfield                                                                                     

I escaped a New York sweatshop when I signed into the Fighting 69^th Infantry.

The Irish brigade shall make me free.

Who knew I’d lose my sacred soul

In the sunshine and the steamy heat, July 2^nd of 63

The 69^th was drained of blood at Antietam, My brother --dead at Fredricksburg.

Or regiment worn down to just two companies. We marched for days and nights on end

Till our thinned ranks reached Gettysburg.

Yes all the men were tired, and many of us were scared

But we all had faith and brotherhood,

and  don’t forget the Irish blood we shared.

We all clung to this common bond as upon the ground at Rose’s Wood we knelt,

We could see standing on Stony Hill, Chaplain Corby blessing us, but with his absolution, forlorn is what we felt.

In the Wheatfield we saw Sickles’ blue line falter under swarming rebel gray.

T’was up to the Fighting 69^th to charge and save the day.

We ran like hell towards heaven’s gate our flank anchored on Devils Den.

We ran as our brothers fell left and right, and took our place in line upon that bloody glen.

Our story now be told, it was the courage of the 69^th

that caused that battered Union line to hold.

But too much blood was bled that day, and the 69^th too thin.

As mini balls came from left and right, and tore the flesh of the Irish Brigade within.

So slowly, with pride, not with fear but out of common sense,

the 69^th reversed its steps, and withdrew to the cover of a wormwood fence.

Over the bodies of our brothers, over the blood soaked once golden wheat

Both now trampled down into this hollowed ground, in Pennsylvania’s stifling heat.

Should you ever visit the Wheatfield, an unimposing trapezoidal plot.

Be sure you go in summer, when it’s humid and it’s hot.

Stand there and envision the 69^th  New York  Infantry so grand.

Remember this is where the Irish Brigade, made its glorious stand.

And should you find you shed a tear, when you think of their sacrifice on that field.

Remember they died to make men free, and for our once torn nation… that now… is healed.