The Battle of the Wilderness

I never hear them when they speak only hours later in the painfully lit basement of my home with earphones and patience do their words reach me such was the case last October I was driving through Wilderness, Virginia for the first time and happened to pass Saunders Field and caught sight of the plaque that stood at the bottom of the hill and a trail that led into the woods where the fierce skirmishes took place it was a bit chilly and windy and the road nearby was busy with passing cars not an ideal place for an EVP session but I felt compelled to try and walked the edge of the woods then a short portion of the trail I asked many questions directly to anyone who may be listening 'How many souls perished here?' 'Are you one of those souls?' 'Did you suffer?' 'Why do you stay or visit this place?' as usual, I heard no voices during the 18 minutes of questioning however, the presence was undeniable I was not alone here this I knew on the way back down the hill to leave I reached out one final time 'I have about 20 seconds left, so if you'd like to say something, please say it now' again I heard nothing, turned the recorder off and departed it was several days before I could return home and review my recording but my curiosity as always grew stronger the longer I had to wait I was disappointed as I began to listen nothing heard as each minute passed only the whisper of wind and cars until I came to my final statement in those last moments... 'I have about 20 seconds left, so if you'd like to say something, please say it now.' 'Leave me under the ground........human'

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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