As an amateur poet he recounts his battlefield experiences in poems like Shiloh:
On Grant’s left, pink blossoms, from the peach orchard fall,
stripped of their mooring by mini ball.
A messenger summoned, and with orders in hand,
came a desperate demand for Prentiss to stand.
On the sunken road, Prentiss’ men formed a line,
repelling the rebels, time after time.
After six hours of fighting, he surrendered his men,
but the action had worked, the Union would win.