Monday, April 28, 2008

Victory is untold

Fourscore and half a standard year ago, I walked through green fields covered in fresh dew. The quiet sounds of the farm awakening echoed across the meadow, but I paid them no mind. My eyes were fixed ahead, on the stream and on the darkened tree line. Inside the small grove lay a circle of mismatched stones surrounding a single large boulder. That boulder was my quiet hiding place, where I would go to depart from the world of the daily, and be in the world of the eternal.

I believe that this day is not to be agreed upon

2 comments:

Michaela K. Creer said...

Mr. Meltsner would you kindly explain this post. I mean, maybe I'm just dense but you're not even Fourscore and a half year old!lin

Russ said...

Nope. It explains itself. It's a story.