Looking across your pristine stillness,
Camp Elliott, one would surmise,
That all is serene.
Your wondrous natural beauty astounds
The naked eye.
But, beneath the pristine surface,
Lurks the evil of a bygone era.
Of violence and wars and
Men practicing to kill each other
For their ideologies.
So one can look at, but cannot
Cross, your pristine paths,
Because of danger that
Lurks beneath your surface.
But what man cannot touch, nature has touched.
With an abundance of natural beauty,
Undisturbed wildlife, rare plants and species,
Protected by the remnants of a violent past.
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