Jun 10

Fort Ticonderoga American Revolution Reenactments

May 01

The guards perspective (chapter 4)

I grab her tightly on the arm and haul her to her feet. Before I bring her to the interrogation chamber I bring her to a changing room and shove an outfit that looks similar to a hospital gown in her arms. "Change," I say "it's protocol." She doesn't respond again... only glares at me. She quickly turns on her heel and walks into the small changing room.
Mar 09

The Rush and Roar of Life

There was something about the city
that enchanted her.

There were so many people,
so many buildings,
so many ways of life,
so many thoughts,
so many emotions 
packed into such a small place.

It frightened her in a way:
not much was clean,
it seemed so easy to get lost,
when everyone else knew exactly where they were going
and she had no clue.

But there was something about the city that the country lacked,
Feb 20

taken by the waves

The sea 
wrapped around him,
i just know it.

he had to be comfortable...
right?

He had spent his whole life trusting the sea
and to be claimed by it in the end,
it didn't seem fair.

i had hugged him goodbye before he left,
burrying my small face 
into his large papa shoulder
before he grabbed his bags and walked out the door
for the last time.

i woke up after a dream a week later 
Feb 17

wishes

for a while in my life i have wanted to live in the history of our country, 
the american revolution 
but then i think about now
and the history i HAVE 
been a part of.

and you never know...
maybe one day i will tell my children 
that i was a part of a major event in history
that they are learning about in school...
you never know.
i sure hope i can find a way to acomplish this.
 
Feb 16

my lightning (a reminder to all that there is warmth in this world)




i lay there looking out through my window
at the full moon,
the perfect ball of golden light.
i tip-toed to my window and peered out  side.
the lawn flickered with small lights,
dancing through the tall meadow grass.

it was a hot summer night in Vermont.
one where you can only get away from the heat
if you sleep with an
ice pack on your head,
three fans, and no clothes. 
Feb 15

touching heaven

i went to my first revolutionary war reenactment
when i was eleven years old.
i went with my father to fort ticonderoga,
America's Fort,
as they call it. 
its a place that sets me completly free.
i am never able to feel sadness or fear. 

living in a different time allows me to forget 
about the modern day problems and issues:
polution, nuclear war weapons,
global warming, hate. 
Feb 14

fog spirits

when i was younger
i always thought that when ever a bird sang
it was the call of a lonely deceasted soul,
calling out to the world in the most gracious
and gentle way it could:
by song.

i would stand at my window
on the mornings when the fog was too thick to see the harbor 
and wait
for those gentle souls to show themselves
to me.

sometimes i could make out the silent figures
and when ever i did,
i would whisper
Feb 13

beyond the doorstep

She stood at the edge of the water,
looking out to the vast sea ahead of her.
she had never seen such an angry sea 
before in her life 
and it frightened her to watch it bubble up and churn
in such a way.

He stood at the edge of the prarie,
gazing out at the wild, whipping strands of straw 
that continously had the want to pull loose
of the damp, overrulling soil that held their roots in place.
Feb 12

Freedom


 
We never
did what we were told,
for why were boundaries
made if you never could
follow them.
If you never could
make them, push them
or break them.
 
We were fighters
in a way no one had been before.
We were used
to rules that were made
by powerful forces,
ones we were told
we could never be.
 
We used our minds,
thought of advantages,
planed step by step.

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