I sit on a stone wall high above the Schuylkill River. Dusk begins to settle. It is in this silence that I hear the voices - soldiers of the Revolution, the screams, the prayers. The snap of a twig catches my attention - deer surround me, watching, waiting, antlers raised like guns.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this in Valley Forge National Park, territory that was the training ground for troops who fought in the Revolutionary War. Only I came to feel like the enemy when I ecroached upon this deer's territory.
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