The crumbling walls encase the grassy fortification.
Men with faded uniforms give medicine to the sick.
Blacksmiths grasp glowing iron over a smoldering blaze.

The dim fire casts an inference through the shadows that cling to the walls.
Stars light up the sky letting others see the clouds drift by.
The shot from a gun sparks up the whole fort.

Echoing in the sky, the sound of clanking metal can be heard.
The blast of blank shots awaken the crowd.
The sound of a ship's horn can be heard as it floats away to Savannah.

Did the soldiers who fought here collapse under my feet?
Did this quiet fort once hold pain and violence?

Fort Jackson establishes confidence and elegance by telling the story of its existence.

Amazed
Awed
Astonished