Quiet Christmas Moments

The National Battleground was closed on Christmas Day so we stopped by the Cemetery. I’m sure it wasn’t everyone’s idea of a fun way to spend Christmas afternoon. But we’d had lots of fun for a week. A visit to any cemetery with a long past history is always a treat for me. I wonder where we will end up next year…..

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The cemetery is filled with unmarked graves of Civil War soldiers
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Sometimes I am drawn to the epitephs, others just the sheer age of the grave
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This tree looks like it found a place to die..
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It’s just like a stone neighborhood
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I had fun using my new photo editor on this one
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Obviously…
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Damn, it’s cold..
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Somehow I feel I’m the only one enjoying this side trip. 😏

If you would like to know more about this cemetery visit the Here,

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The In Between

 

When first comes shift of Summer’s light,

to softer hues and hazy views,

while midnight’s face grows clear and bright

its eyes aglow, that watching know

a secret.

 

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Thus when with glee and childlike, free

we squeal and squirm like earthy worms

exposed and bare as the naked tree-

unashamed.

 

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Days of warm and golden treasure

turn to crimson fire-the heart’s desire

to swim in Nature’s pleasure

as she fades..

 

To pause the needle on the clay

as it spins a life away

and revel in the vast array

of Autumn’s finery.

 

Noses tingle from the strange mingle

of chill and smoky musk,

the fireflies lighting dusk

like tiny lanterns.

 

Oh stay!

The heart pleads,

as even raking leaves

seems not so much a chore

as child’s play on such a day.

Lean on the handle, close your eyes

and imagine flying on a broom

across the moon!

 

To dissuade the cruel hand

that will paint the ever-land

a barren canvas white and brown.

Nature’s mask of death,

that on the air shall cast its breath

in frozen efigy.

 

Can we stay for just awhile

in the land of grins and giggles,

pumpkins, apples, pies and wriggles?

Let Winter wait in dreams, alone

for it chills me to

the  very bone!

 

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2018

 

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