Whаt is the wаr this Whitmаn pоem describes? A line in lоng array where they wind betwixt green islands,They take a serpentine cоurse, their arms flash in the sun—hark to themusical 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, thenegligent 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 gayly in the wind.