Few poetry collections to date can compare! Soft music and an armchair before a fire, a wind-swept hillock in the early autumn breeze – WHEREVER – If you enjoy the privilege of letting your mind wander to far-off places and times, this is a book you will love to read, over and over again! I can not recommend it enough.
– -Clinton Foster, Author


Katherine Gotthardt has very skillfully given readers war history that involves the other side of heroic and flag flying blood and guts stories that follow battles to win or defend a dispute.

Like some of the world’s greatest poets who changed actions or the course of governments by portraying the human suffering of nations and individuals, Gotthardt, through her Book of Poems, takes us to our deepest empathy for the humans and natural surroundings that were sacrificed by war.  Her book takes the reader right to the human soul of our very existence as she weaves the aftermath and the dead into her poems.

Her book will cause readers to connect with families and events of history, spurring readers to ask why, who, what was left behind, and how does it affect us today?

George Layne, Retired School Administrator and Founding President of Gainesville-Haymarket Rotary Club


Writing poetry is very difficult for me, trying to fit what I want to say in a few choice words.  Maybe I will improve as I continue to arc my status in 140 words each day on Twitter.

Meanwhile, there’s Katherine Gotthardt’s Poems From the Battlefield to read.  The book is visually haunting, with sepia-toned pages and black & white photos – some of them shot in modern time –  frozen in the 150-year past.

I arrived too early for a meeting at the McCoart Center and sat in my car, reading “Endurance Test.”  The poem is about a soldier whose mind travels back to an innocent childhood game, right as General Lee is ending his four years of pain and endurance with an unbelievable statement:  Go home.  What home?

The poem makes me think about the attic above my friend Sandra’s garage back in Minnesota, when we were in the fourth grade.  We stole a bottle of ketchup from her mother’s kitchen and poured thick globs on the wooden crates stored up there and then sold tickets to our friends to walk up the ladder to see the haunted, blood-soaked attic.  Afterwards, we blotted up the ketchup, counted our nickels and rode our bikes to the candy store, passing through a cemetery on our way.

War, innocence.  Arrogance, intolerance.  Gotthardt’s slender volume is a portkey to another time, but the issues she explores are timeless.

Cindy Brookshire, Writer & Director, Prince William Study Circles,


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