Fort Griffin, 1867–1881 Poet Janice Rebecca Campbell, author of "Fort Griffin, 1867–1881," reading at the spring KinCity Reading Series event. The wind blows hard at flag level 38 stars snap, halyard hardware clangs over the Texas prairie. A 21st century visitor to old Fort Griffin cups an ear to the past, hears a bugler sounding reveille at dawn the crackle of fires in the bakery’s ovens murmur of men wet slap of laundry on washboards nails being pounded into cottonwood too green to keep out the cold… From the parade ground come shouts of Atten-HUT! For’d MARCH! as troops form and reform in precise ranks so this fort will be ready for whatever rides up over the rise… Ruins of the administration building at Fort Griffin. …But it was the future that rode up over the rise and silenced Fort Griffin. All that remains of the fort and its mission at the edge of a frontier is a lone chimney stone walls, roofless, open to the sky a dry cistern, empty powder magazine and the bakery, long cooled, now quiet. The wind blows hard at flag level 38 stars snap, halyard hardware clangs over the Texas prairie. And on the old parade ground, only butterflies gather all disorderly. - See more at: thc.state.tx.us/blog/preservation-meets-poetry#sthash.FAnFjbQn.dpuf
Posted on: Fri, 14 Jun 2013 18:58:08 +0000
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