Linda Carol Berg
Battleground's an aura of what was and could be again,
a reminder to you and me.
Touching the tall old trees
I sensed they were calling out to me,
an atmosphere of memories.
Awareness, emotion, compassion, sympathy,
all rolled into my memory. Serenity now encircles me.
Oh if they could speak, what stories they would tell,
of times not so long ago, of people who fought and fell,