A compilation that I created in PS CC to illustrate a bit of war poetry that I wrote. ©2016 Miles A Moody All Rights Reserved
A Soldiers’ War Prayer
By Miles A Moody
Hold tight thine own fair lovely.
Breathe deep, pray never let her go,
And gaze on yonder darkness marching;
Declare to me the sky shan’t snow.
Let not the thunder thine heart startle.
Recall how blessed the breeze did blow
As waves in scented hair of flaxen,
In crimson blush – how skin should glow.
Though banners hail a brother’s dying
Tares felled as before the farmer’s hoe.
Shoulder now the reaper’s turning,
And kiss the pale cold lips of woe.
Now look beyond the utter darkness falling,
And bind fast thine heart in the coming flow.
That naught numb thee to her fond arrival.
May her gentle touch take thee in tow.
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I couldn’t help myself—I know the title isn’t original—but the movie had such a positive impact on me as a child and that title has haunted me in a good way ever since.
October 2013 on the eastern ridge-line of Linville Gorge looking east toward the Wilson Creek area of Pisgah National Forest . Table Rock is a short hike north of here.
Nikon D90, F/22, 20 mm, ISO 800, CP filter, Gitzo tripod, bogen head, HDR2 processed in CS5 and camera raw from 3 images shot at 2, 0, and -2 EV.
Linville Gorge Wilderness Area near Jonas Ridge NC, USA. I added the eagle in post processing in PS CC.
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Rough Ridge, South face of Grandfather Mountain looking SW, located between Linville and Blowing Rock off the Blue Ridge Parkway, NC, USA
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Nikon D610, 1/6 sec, F/22, 35 mm, Gitzo Tripod, Nikon Head, post processing in CS5
God only knows how long that little Fir Tree has clung to this rock escarpment – like a naturally occurring Banzai Tree, I suspect. Only a couple of feet in height, it has probably weathered every kind of storm that mother nature can fling at the side of Grandfather Mountain. I would like to imagine that just now, this stooped and bedraggled little ole lady of a thing is feeling like it has all been worth it. It’s not hard for me to hear the theme song to the ‘Sound of Music’ as the joy of Maria simply springs to life to set the sap flowing anew in this little tree. Like she’s brand new again, she just gazes into the setting sun and smiles inside herself. And maybe she lets out a silent little tree sigh and says to herself, “I reckon I can die now if the Lord sees fit because life can’t possibly hand me anything more grand than this.” ~Miles A Moody