That hot, summer day in 1863
While General Meade's army hid deep in the trees
General Pickett's men, now standing in line
Would march across that field for the very last time

For three days both sides fought without rest
For no one wanted to fail this great test
Lee said to Pickett, "I fear we have lost."
But ordered Pickett to charge at all cost

At 2:30 that day, Pickett marched out in style
Across the flat field that stretched more that a mile
Nearly 3,000 men fell dead in that field
The Union held firm, their line did not yield

The few still alive were seen starting to flee
When above all the noise came Lee's next decree
"Regroup and attack!" but then Pickett's protest
"But sir," Pickett said, " I have no army left."

One hundred years later the fields quietly lay
A solemn reminder to the Blue and the Grey.