The Civil War in Central NY
Night beneath the southern skies, hillside, desolate, grim;
Majestic starlight beams from the heavens unto him.
Of work no need has he, of words, man, nor fear;
His peace and Deity are brothers, as night falls hush has neared.
Above his shelter an army of trees, launch their shadows from subtle breeze:
Lonesome tenure yields, their
needles search, as claws to beasts of mother earth.
Afar... the mountain streams, where
rays of moon and water meet:
Sing themselves through his dreams in serenity so sweet,
Memories of words spoken in time, become at one with the owl's cry:
Voices of history sing his lullaby, as fields of gray stand watch nearby.
The fireflies of campfires give dance of light as agile creatures leap:
Catcher of dreams...look after him, his peaceful, sinless sleep.
By Marlene Monroe
at Mesopotamia NY 2000
ferrotype by Bob Szabo
above---At Genesee Country Village, Mumford, NY with The Calicos