Andersonville
- E.A. Andrews
- May 31, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Sep 22, 2025
What I wanted to tell you, Walt Whitman,
is the earth has forgiven the evil that was done here.
The stream runs clear.
The men are forgotten underneath small spring flowers.
A place as quiet and unremarkable as a hay field.
What I wanted to tell you, Walt Whitman, is
"I love you"
and this does not matter.
You do not matter.
I do not matter.
By: Gary Waldrep II
This poem as written by my baby brother. He was only 50 years old when he died. He was smart and creative and he was too good for this world.