UNKNOWN
by Joel T. Bailey
J. C. Pemberton Camp's Poet
He lies beneath the limbs
Of the old oak trees
The small flag on his stone
Flies in a Southern Breeze
He answered the call
And proudly wore the gray
Defending his homeland
Until his dying day
Like so many others
He was buried where he fell
Unknown is his epitaph
But the Lord knows him well
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