Leaving Natchez this morning on my motorcycle,I hit the TRACE and took a trip back in time. The live Oak trees with arms cover in hanging moss drapped over the road.While the pines stood with all their strength tall and proud. Riding along I spotted a young doe on her ridge watching as I pasted, later a young buck with his new growing horns stood watching from under a live oak limb, and then an older doe bolted back into the woods, she knew fear. Pasted over the creeks where those of the past camped to rest as they blazed the way for the furture in that wilderness.
As I contuined through this wilderness I could feel those from ages ago watching me, as to say protect our wood and land. They stood proud , strong, and tall in each of those trees. You could almost hear them talking to you.....guiding you...even touching you. A flock of turkeys stood along a fresh cut field of hay.......the smell was so intense.
I could feel the present of our forefathers...watching.....saying look what we have done for you. I was covered with gooose bumps and really taken a back.
In just a few seconds I was in town and back in the present....with an overwhelming knowledge of sacrifice.