Posted 7-10-01
In Dyer Field


In Dyer field where daisies grow
A battle raged so long ago
Where young men died
So brave and true
Some for the grey
Some for the blue

In fields of corn andmeadows of hay
hundreds of men jumped into the fray
The battle was fierce and the loss was great
So many good men went to meet their fate.

The yank hurrah
The rebel yell
Storming the enemy with shot and shell.

The battle raged till almost night
The line of battle being out of sight
The smell of death was all around
And now groans of the dying were the only sounds.

Too exhausted for sleep and too scared to doze
Both sides waited as the sun arose
The carnage before them was a horrid sight
And they wondered in their hearts if they had the right.

To fight for freedom, glory, or fame
Was it all worth the agony and the pain?
To face a brother, a friend, or a foe
And call it a privilege to be able to do so.

Convictions ran deep in these men's souls
To fight for their rights, as we are told.
An honor? A privilege? Oh yes, for you see
No man saw it less than his duty.

To stand brave and tall beneath the colors they bore
To fight for the truth as they saw it more
To preserve the union or a way of life
To each man his own
To each man his fight.

In Dyer field where daisies grow
A battle raged so long ago
Where young men died
So brave and true
We honor their memories
And their sacrifices anew.

© Coleen Mohr 2001