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’