Into The Woods


  ((“The patriot’s blood is the seed of Freedom’s tree.” ~Thomas Campbell))


I reached back into my photos from way back in to winter ….the woods at Creamer Field reminded me of a place where young men of fighting age could fall and never be seen …I was thinking of battles between the states where brother fought brother over an idea…who fell in the woods …. young men on foreign soil who fell and never returned ….young men in the unmarked tomb … is one of my favorite quotes
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country’s wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallow’d mould,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy’s feet have ever trod.
By fairy hands their knell is rung,
There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell, a weeping hermit, there.

~William Collins


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