Little Girl

The faintest of sounds mixing in with the wind, I can see something swirling up ahead of me...I'm not sure if its the sunshine, the wind or the dust but I squinch up my eyes as I try to focus, but I cant wait to see what lies ahead.  Only the sound. It holds my attention for a few minutes. I wonder why the bustling of the wind is carrying it away from me.. I want it, I want it to come back to me. It belongs to me. It has me mezmerized.

Suddenly I am afraid. My heart pounds as the unfamiliar sound approaches me again in the wind. Not closer, just clearer... The wind has brought it back and I am drawn towards it. I cant go to it, I just cant. The shackels of childhood hold me to the ground.

The sound reminds me of minutes before. With the swirling of the dust just starting to settle down over the road from the carriage. I have never saw anything like this. The carriage, it moved so slowly.. The ones that followed moving so slowly, so slow.......Slow enough that I got get a glimpse of the faces hidden behind the dusty covers. Tears flowing so slowly.. I gaze into the eyes of the faces hidden behind the dusty covers. Time nearly stands still. My heart pounds.. I am afraid of the tears.

The Sound is back, filling the air with saddness. It makes the mountains mourn. Again my heart races. I face the mountain and I close my eyes. Salty liquid running over my lips making me want to be there, there with the sound. There with the carriage, there with the other tears.

I remember this time in my childhood. A three year old little girl. A poor family child with nothing except the ragged clothes on my back, the tears in my eyes and the hurt in my heart. Standing in the front yard on a little hill in Kentucky. Not understanding that this was my first taste of death I am taking back to this time every time I hear that sound. Everytime I see a fallen soldier. You see, in my little eyes I had just witnessed a hearse carrying a soldier to his final resting place in the mountain and that wonderful inticing music  was a song called "Going Home" a bagpipe tribute to a fallen soldier.

Come go with me back to that day, Close your eyes and hear with your ears what a little girl heard that day with her heart.

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