Poetry About Fort Moultrie

Palmetto logs once drank the force of cannon fire. The harbor tide kept moving beneath the smoke. Brick replaced timber, and one war followed another. Tourists cross rooms where orders once echoed. A fort can preserve courage and conceal suffering. The sea keeps asking history to tell the whole truth.

The harbor tide kept moving beneath the smoke. Monuments grow honest when every layer is named. Tourists cross rooms where orders once echoed. Even fort Moultrie keeps more than one meaning in view. Salt air enters the oldest room without allegiance.

Palmetto logs once drank the force of cannon fire. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. Brick replaced timber, and one war followed another. A fort can preserve courage and conceal suffering. Salt air enters the oldest room without allegiance. The sea keeps asking history to tell the whole truth.