In
the spring of 1999, I ventured to Arkansas to Prairie Grove. There I
walked the battleground where men had fought and died during the Civil
War. A strange feeling came over me as though I were not alone in that
field. I could almost here the cries of those who were wounded there.
I could smell the acrid smoke from the canons. I knew that someone's
son had not gone home.
|
Ghosts
in the Sun
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As
I walked the field of Prairie Grove, The
field is peaceful now, Many
were hurt and many were maimed, Life
was never the same there, |