Something came over me while walking The Triangular Field at Gettysburg under a heavy, wet sky. You need know nothing about the Civil War to appreciate the poem that resulted from my slightly mystical ramble.
An illustrated description of the fighting around Devil’s Den at Gettysburg National Battlefield, written while I was working on my book, The Lion’s Apprentice.
The sharing of an interesting photo I took on Antietam Battlefield as the sun dropped behind the Joseph Poffenberger House. Is that a ghostly figure in the attic window?!?!
