Recalling Traipsing Thru Valley Forge National Park Under Full Moon

Lunar radiance this small hour

June fifteenth thousand and nineteen

(very early morning errand

to fuel 2009 Hyundai Sonata)

at Zieglerville, Pennsylvania Wawa

found gaze tugged toward

infinite celestial vault

luminous neon phosphorescent

quintessentially, punctually, outlandishly...

radiating, scintillating, treasuring

untold vast wonderment

since time immemorial

tremendous headlong rush

remembrance many moons ago

guiding yours truly

along beribboned multi use path

said bright discobolus lunar object

casting rooted silhouettes

courtesy Gaia illuminating

terrestrial dark shadows

ambling, gallivanting, traversing...

long ago trod terrain,

where George Washington headquartered

particularly during severe

winter of 1777-1778

encamped with restless

weary Revolutionary soldiers

subjected against

punishing great travail

for the American army

cursing, inditing nonchalant

mother nature regarding trial

stronger words than

"shivering me timbers"

within crudely built huts

quite inviting to this Earthling

refreshing to slumber

those brisk summer forays

me totally oblivious

versus endangerment

to mine welfare,

quite the contrary

relishing feeling protected

cocooned because absence

of madding throngs, viz

crowd sourced tourists

safe and sound within

respective hearth and home

solitariness analogous to

return of native son

imagining journeying far and wide

sensing rustling patriots ghosts

catching sight, yet unseen

screened by dense foliage

bedraggled troops ghosts

glimpsed while entering...

the twilight zone.