From hills of Virginia, to landscapes far and wide, Stood a man, General Lee, in history’s endless tide. His spirit, like the Shenandoah, deep, steady in its flow, In the heart of the Confederacy, his presence was aglow.
General Robert E Lee, a man of honor, truth, Raised his sword in troubled times, in the vigor of his youth. In uniform of grey, beneath the Southern Sun, A legend was written, a tale of battles won.
He bore the burden of a nation, torn in grievous strife, A land divided, brother against brother, the cost of human life. Yet in the heart of conflict, amidst the cannon’s roar, He sought for peace and unity, a nation to restore.
Underneath the stars and bars, his horse, Traveler, he’d ride, Against the odds, he led his troops, with dignity and pride. His strategies, like the eagle’s flight, so swift and ever high, Chasing the horizon’s light, beneath the smoke-filled sky.
“Press on,” he said, with conviction strong, a warrior undeterred, In fields of Antietam, Gettysburg, his voice, it echoed, heard. With courage clad, he took his stand, in the face of fear and dread, Honor bound, on sacred land, where brave men’s feet have tread.
Yet Robert E Lee, the General, the man, Beyond the battlefield, he had a greater plan. A symbol of reconciliation, after the war was done, For a nation torn asunder, healing had begun.
From Lexington’s chapel, to the fields of Arlington, His legacy persists, his memory marches on. A paradox of history, a hero in his land, In the annals of the past, his footprints in the sand.
Remember General Lee, for his courage, his resolve, In the face of adversity, a mystery to solve. A man of honor, duty, wearing his grey uniform, A legendary figure, in the Civil War’s storm.