A lightly edited transcript of an article on pages 1 and 7 of the 
8 Mar 1917 issue of Simcoe Reformer:

Poetry fragments by Edwin R. Powell

Friend after friend departs,
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That has not here an end.

Just outside our prison gate there's a graveyard close at hand
Where lie 10,000 Union men beneath the Georgian sand,
And scores on scores are laid beside as day succeeds the day,
And thus it will ever be till all have passed away
And the last can say when dying, with upturned and glazing eye,
Both Love and Faith were strong in home when they left us here to die.

-- Quoted from lines written by Mr. Powell in Andersonville Prision.