Photo "War Tells History the Story of Our Fallen Comrade's Valor"

The Natioanl Monument at Gettysburg National Military Cemetery

Photo taken by Mark R. Day 7/28 2011 using Cannon Power Shot SX100IS; Copyright by Mark R. Day all rights reserved

Photo "An Ornament to Sorrow"

Monument on 2nd Manassass Battlefield

Near the unfinished railroad cut

Photo taken by Mark R. Day 8/14/ 2011 using Cannon Power Shot SX100IS; Copyright by Mark R. Day all rights reserved

Photo "The Silent Reminder"

Henry House Hill, Manassas, VA

There are three messages in this photo

Collateral Death

War

Peace

Can you connect each element of the photo with the proper message

Photo taken by Mark R. Day 8/11/ 2011 using Cannon Power Shot SX100IS; Copyright by Mark R. Day all rights reserved

Photo " Red Tide at Gettysburg"

The sun rises behind the statue of Union General George Meade symbolic of the the resurgence of northern success following the defeat of Confederate General Robert E. Lee at Gettysburg

Copyright by Mark R. Day July 28the 2011 all rights reserved

Photo "Garden Laborers"

Photo taken by Mark R. Day in his garden 6/20/11 using Cannon Power Shot SX100IS; Copyright by Mark R. Day all rights reserved

Poem "Musical Memory"

Seated in folding chairs the residents filled the small auditorium.

The orchestra, in black, hurriedly prepared themselves for the task at hand,
and without more than a murmured comment . . .

Immortal sounds filled the space!

The song quickly subdued the assembled mass;
relentlessly stirring memories of summer evenings long past.

Aged eyes, enlivened with the sound of youth once more sparkled wryly,
and hands, which so recently were cold and bent with pain, clapped now in unison.

What mighty power was unleashed in the mass, for pain was replaced by a sense of pleasure,
as warmth infused the body and age seemed to be washed away in a flood of reverie.

Music!

Music!

Immortal, unchanged, defying time, a pathway to forgotten yesterdays and memories,
which swell up from the souls of all humankind.

Senses, filled with the sensual fragrances and feelings of forgotten deeds,
and for an hour or an evening we can relive our lives once more.



Written and published by Mark R. Day June 23, 2011 copyright June 2011 all rights reserved

Poem "The Constant Clock "

Tell me, my willful master suspended as thou are upon the wall, why do you toll your bell?

Can you not leave me be?

Your march is swift, the drum beat quickening, and of a rhythm, which bedevils mortal man.

Can you not slow the pace?

You are the unstoppable, insatiable, commander by whom the days of mankind are scheduled and measured.

Can you not relent but a little?

Nay, I know you cannot

For a man is a momentary figure, transient and finite to you

No slowing shall there be,

There is nothing left to say

 But Adieu my master,

Adieu!


Written and published by Mark R. Day June 23, 2011 copyright June 2011 all rights reserved