Springdale Confederate Cemetery, Chattanooga


Sacred grounds. Please don t trespass legend on bronze tablet

Secluded cemetery flaunts a flag
Unflown much now on Southern land,
Where wooden markers once proclaimed
Lost names and ranks from Bragg s Command.

Hospitals disgorged this dead
One hundred fifty-five in all;
Today, anonymously one stone
Stands for stalwarts born to fall.
09-18-89
Burger King, Brainerd Rd.,
Chattanooga, TN

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