M.B. HENRY – Author

Poetry Break: “Let Me Tell You How I Died” – Gettysburg: Little Round Top

Hi everyone! It’s your friendly history enthusiast dropping in here to say hello. I thought I’d check in because you might have noticed I’ve been largely absent over the last couple months. Things in M.B. Henry world have been a little overwhelming lately. Perhaps the biggest update is that I decided to really step outside of my comfort zone and direct a play alongside my husband (learn more about that below). It has been a much bigger commitment than I anticipated and has taken much time and effort, from many people, to get it really going. Then I had some crazy personal things happen – like passing another kidney stone (ouchy), and getting in a scary car accident (NO ONE WAS HURT – THANK GOD… but the car was totaled). So I’ve been a bit behind on several things lately, including this blog. For that I apologize, and I hope things will settle down very soon and I can be a much better blog supporter in the near future. Until then, I’ve decided to leave you with the next installment of my big war poem. If you can believe it, there’s only a few segments left, so I really hope you enjoy it! I’m sending positive vibes to all of you out there, stay safe in these crazy times! 

Very Sincerely,

M.B. 

Gettysburg – Little Round Top

It was on a hot summer day in July

At the top of a hill, it was my time to die

We were placed at the tip of the Union defense

We had to hold at all cost, on us it depends

The rebs came at us in a deathly charge

Their rifles were flashing, their presence loomed large

We were so few, but we held them at bay

All the heavy shot and shells were blasting away

Then the worst happened, we ran out of shot

The rebels sure had us in a tight spot

But we just couldn’t let them route this line

Or the war was over, the cause out of time

“Fix Bayonetts!”  Our colonel did say 

“We’re going to charge, it’s the only way!”

It didn’t matter that we were so few

We’d charge like the devil, nothing else to do

We ran down the hillside in a cloud of screams

The gray tore off running, fell apart at the seams

But the victory came at a very high cost

Because I and many others were eternally lost

To be Continued… 

Photo by M.B. Henry. For more from Gettysburg, click here 

Here’s what’s been keeping me so darn busy! Chicago Street Theatre in Valparaiso, IN, proudly presents “the Play that Goes Wrong,” a smash, slap-stick comedy about a play within a play that… well… goes quite wrong. Click here to get tickets, and you better hurry. There’s not many left!

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