Leesburg, VA Back Country-Horse Country

Crossing the Potomac from Whites Ferry is a trip back in time if you relax your brow, forgeting the sound of the motor. A cable guides the diamond steel flatbed boat across the river current..at that point it is how it has been for hundreds years. The cars and trucks that are at rest beside you are of no consequence. We are on the brown water. What once was, still moves in and out of lungs, smelling of moist river air, and winter fields tired from the short damp days. Somewhere through the trees just south of this barge named Gen. Jubal A. Early, old wars are drilled out with a gentle coughing of powder charges in the mid-morning light, telling some poor souls to lie down all over again. I have seen bodies bloated, near yellow after days in the sun. I know lead personally: the holes it makes...in bodies,and families. When the ferry stops I shy up the old simple road to a sound almost gentle of more firing that goes to my stomach. War I understand, but that doesn't mean that I can't love the part where we all yell,"Get up, get up. Let's all go home!"


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