On the return trip, I took a few photos.
There were no signs along the road to indicate ownership or purpose. I was also afraid of trespassing, so I didn't venture too far in! Once home, a quick internet search led me to the Yankee Siege, which was an annual fall pumpkin chucking event that no longer seems to be held. It doesn't say, however, what the humungous rusting mace is/was used for!
One of my photos is a close-up of the base of the catapult/trebuchet. I cropped and manipulated it for this poem:
I meant the poem to be a subtle comment on the absurdity of war and how nature always has the last laugh--I hope it comes through! I think this haiku by Basho (translation by Sam Hamill), does it better!
Summer grasses:Now go visit Sherry at Semicolon for this week's Round-Up. Have a great weekend!
all that remains of great soldiers’
a remarkable haiga; have a good weekendReplyDelete
You, too, Gillena!Delete
Fascinating, Diane! Thanks for sharing the pictures and your poetic response. A perfect pairing with Basho's famous haiku.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Robyn! I'm glad you like the pairing, too!Delete
A little disturbed by the gargantuan instrument of medieval torture... but that aside, what an interesting roadside find! While your poetic message comes through loud and clear, the Basho haiku does complement it well.ReplyDelete
The mace really was huge, especially if you stood by it!ReplyDelete
Love the title!ReplyDelete
Thanks, Mary Lee. We humans are too cocksure for our own good. ;-)ReplyDelete
Hmm...sometimes real life is weirder than fiction!ReplyDelete
"The Last Laugh" reminds me of "Ozymandias" ("Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!")
Oh, I forgot about that one, Tabatha!ReplyDelete