Where history is alive,
Use to be,
And if you listen you can still witness sounds of battle,
Cannons still roar to life in memories past,
Shot still richoshaying across fields where not so long ago boys played,
Close your eyes and witness the memory of the savage of war,
Not far from Luray,VA,
In the woods,
Stands a stone wall,
Built over two hundred years ago,
With slave hands,
Standing the test of time,
Virginia the place fields recall war,
Woods recall men in bondage,
Skin color is different,
Laboring on a wall of stone,
That war torn ground,
That blood stained field,
The lives of other young men,
Paid the highest price to change future generations,
Changed the course of the tide of slavery,
Three of those young men were my kin,
Last name Bittinger,
Val Whitewolf 