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| The Past Whispers by Nancy Brister On some misty morning, when the earth is hushed and still, When the fog obscures the treetops and hides both lake and rill, Go reverently and quietly, and listen for the sounds; You'll see the past, and hear it, when the ghosts go on their rounds. Ghosts don't come in sunlight, they don't come in blinding storm; They gather in the silver light, when mist brings in the morn. They move cautiously and slowly, to make the moment last, Entertaining all who listen with whispers of the past. They talk of things that used to be, as they move along their way, And, all too soon, they disappear, as mist turns into day. You can watch in silent wonder, as their lines begin to form; You can hear them - if you listen - on some shrouded misty morn. |
| Years ago, I visited a Civil War battlefield with my parents. It was an extremely cold December day and not many other souls were braving the weather. A guide at the park took a special interest in us and guide us he did. I don't believe we missed a monument or he missed a moment of action in the re-telling of the tale. Long before we were finished, I was pretty sure I'd developed permanent frostbite damage. But, even under the circumstances and despite my young age, the park guide's story and the way he brought it to life enthralled me. As I said, the day was cold and the air was still and not even a bird could be heard as a backdrop. My mother commented on the silence and how difficult it was to imagine such a battle in the peaceful surroundings. "Ah," the guide said, "when it's quiet....that's when you can hear the past whispering to you!" I know exactly what he meant. ~ ~ ~ Welcome to The Past Whispers You'll find a bit of the past and a bit of the present here. Enjoy your stay and come back often, the garden gate will always be open for you. Nancy Brister |
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