Officially it’s Memorial Day in the US. But it was once Decoration Day. The origins of this run deep. The Union troops first celebrated the holiday on May 30, 1868. But their were ones before that.
April 26,1866 was the first offical celebration of the Civil War dead in the south. The gravesodd the Confederate troops were decorated with ribbons and buttons. It was a symbol of homespun touches. The south want left with much. Most of the people in the south eye fast from rich before the war.
There small marking on Anniversary of major battles were common for both Northern and Southern graves. This was a war that no one thought would ever come. It’s a war that started with only a Northern Army and Northern Navy. The South were farmers with little industry. Every able bodied man who wasn’t a plantain owner fought in the South.
The Northern Armies were full of troops that well to do people paid others to take their place. In the North, a grand horse race track called Saratoga opened in the height of the war. The Southern people raced to Richmond to riot for bread. The honor of the fighters for the South was not lost that all but Gettysburg was fought in their homes, their fields, over their crops.
Both sides died in a war to force the country back together. From the beginning when families watch on the side lines outside Alexandria. To the surrender at Appomattox Courthouse. These men lead to a celebration to honor all those lost in battle under Stars and Stripes
My soul has washed up on
time’s beach out of place
My eyes pale and change green to blue
I remember things I have not seen
I’m certain the corner ahead
hides my past from view
Shadows cone to greet me
with flashes previous
Falth whispers ” meant to be ”
ears assemble pieces together
Thousand puzzles with no image
descend into view
Tallowed like a glove, they all fit ideally
Their embrace frees fear to conquer anew
It could be madness or immaculate
that fills me now
A mirrors image either way to inner journeys beyond maps
I was destined to arrive here eventually
Fields of dreams tucked in beds under
I’m a fulfilled spirit walking amongst
wishes and prayers
Under a star filed blanket I pause to reflect the
History taught me about time and place
Nature slipped my place through time
I understand divinity is destiny
is meant to be
A first blush these aren’t the ruins you go to visit. Actually this is what find look like before they are cleaned up and repaired and signed. The rock outlines and fences spread out across 4 acres here. There are changes in styles of rooms and positioning with other rooms. Over four hundred years people lived here. They used rocks as foundations and covered them with branches or skins and wooden frames.
In the picture above, the sapling pine sits where a door was. There is an oval ring where a house stood about 1150 AD toward the end of their stay here.
It’s on the Houston Mesa Rd off of North Arizona 87. There’s a weird feeling to the place. You could spend more time here than you realize.
The embodiment of profound
Obfuscation of the message
Panacea to common sense
You unite in dividing
Noble scarecrows bow
Highness of sorts, never reached
Your dias commands quite a view
Reality may never see it that way
Their loss and suffering of ignorance
If you could impart your ways again
We are dying to hear the cure of our ills
Only one can dance us to the edge
Into yonder Valley lies paradise
Or is it our grave.
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The sun warmed the prairies surrounding the Greasy Grassy River, the bison entered the valley looking for fresh grazing opportunities. A single scout came down from the ridge hurriedly toward the battle chiefs tipi.
“Tonight, we light up our tents to show our white brothers we are far too many to attack during game the hunt.” Crazy Horse smiles knowing Custer is a dead man.