My Gettysburg

I feel the wind brush against my cheeks. The wind whistles in my ears.I feel the sun rays on my hands that I relax in my lap. I feel the cold cobblestone underneath my feet. The wind is blowing, carrying my hair and whipping them into my face, as if I were a horse in the war of Gettysburg. I feel safe and calm. I feel isolated from the world, sitting next to the woods and plains of Gettysburg.

I smell the slit smell of gunpowder and smoke. There is a blade smell in the air. The mighty wind helped the smell to travel to my nose. I smell the smell of fresh cut grass and blooming flowers. But the mix of all the smells is cancelling each other out.

I hear the birds chirping to each other.  Talking and flying around. I hear the trees sway in the wind. There is a creaking noise coming from inside the bark. I hear the rustle of leaves on the ground and on the trees. They sound like millions of monarch butterflies have just flown away. I hear the teachers talking loud and laughing. The disturbance among the sounds of nature.

I open my eyes even wider to see the beautiful landscape ahead of me. Enormous open fields. Their lush green color. On both sides of the battle fields are statues to commemorate people and states who fought in Gettysburg. I see an open blue sky with only two clouds in sight. This is a paradise perfect setting. The sun is just right, the lush green meadows, and the clear view to the other side. It is beautiful. I cannot believe that people were killed in such a beautiful and peaceful place.