Field of Battle
The battleground now silent, the guns and cannons still.
All is calm and quiet below that looming hill
where once the natives gathered to stare out over space
to see what enemies might be sequestered in this place.
Their bodies claimed by grass and scrub, nature at last has won.
Limbs vanish as their crusty bones are hollowed out by sun.
Those who come to view this place writ as a place of glory,
sense perhaps the sadder side to this whitewashed story.
Its glitter dulled, when truth is told, by images more gory.
Prompt words for The Sunday Whirl are: crusty scrub limbs vanish bones exist space glitter still hollow below sense (Image is is photo of a painting in the Little Big Horn Museum.)
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
An excellent piece woven out of these words
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Wow you are really on top of your art today Judy, this one going into your special file. I only wish there was a sign in the field of battle.
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I just changed it, though, Sam. I realized I had the Soldiers on the hill surveying the Cheyenne and Lakotas, whereas it was actually the other way around.
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I figured that it was a native American battle field, you being from that area, but also felt that others would not know that.
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There actually is a sign in the field of battle and some gravestones.. I just wanted to depict the actual battle instead of its aftermath.
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Ah, that Custer, he was not quite the hero we made of him, As Trump would say he was not a hero at all, because he ended up dead~!
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Excellent Judy.
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Considering the current situation in Israel, this is a bit hard on me.
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That painting confused me because at first I thought it was an image from a computer game! I recently wrote about Native Americans too. Nicely done.
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Truth is seldom told. And seldom even true.
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A very interesting statement, J Cosmo!
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a perfect ending to this wonderful poem, Judy!
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