Light and Field (Part 1)
A poem on photography of the Civil War
Who would question the motives of men
with a darkroom atop of a cart
was it fortune or fame that beckoned to them
while blazing a trail of new art
Could they dream of the honor bestowed upon those
who would years later, walk in their path
for they labored to tell with their bellows and tripods
of war and it's aftermath
They rode the same roads as Meade and Lee
sleeping little, for time was to save
At the south of the battle was where they would find
the good boys who had yet not a grave
With deepest respect for, and apology to: William Frassanito
By Bubs McKeag