Cavalry Crossing a Ford.

Part of the cluster DRUM-TAPS.

Cavalry Crossing a Ford.

A LINE in long array, where they wind betwixt green
islands; They take a serpentine course—their arms flash in the
sun—Hark to the musical clank; Behold the silvery river—in it the splashing horses,
loitering, stop to drink; Behold the brown-faced men—each group, each person,
a picture—the negligent rest on the saddles; Some emerge on the opposite bank—others are just
entering the ford—while, Scarlet, and blue, and snowy white, The guidon flags flutter gaily in the wind.

Part of the cluster DRUM-TAPS.