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Not the best pictures in the world, but, at least I did take a few.
There are lots of interesting summer getaways across the Southeast, and the southern United States. And though I’ve yet to vacation, or even visit many of them, I have indeed seen my share of resort areas from Florida to West Virginia, from the mountains to the sea. For me, however, a Nature, History, and Native American enthusiast, few hold as much intrigue, as “The Village At Indian Springs.”
Replete in early American history, dating from the Pre-Revolutionary, war era, Indian Springs, was held sacred among early Native American tribes from Alabama, to Canada, as well as from Carolina to Mexico. It had its skirmishes in the Civil War as well.
The Village At Indian Springs offering everything from clean, comfortable, accommodations, and shopping conveniences, is the perfect place to spend an exciting, fun-filled family vacation. In fact, with nine different “Wedding Venues” to choose from, it’s a great place to start and raise a family.
Indian Springs is located just minutes from the Butts County, county seat, of Jackson, and I-75. Sort of a “Touch of Country” in the city kind of town, only without all the traffic and noise. There are two nearby state parks, including the oldest state park in America, Indian Springs State Park, and many lakes and falls.
Geographically, Indian Springs sits almost precisely in the center of the state of Georgia. And, like a scene from a Norman Rockwell painting, sitting wonderfully, quietly, nestled between the rolling hills of southern Appalachia, in the Piedmont area of the state, is a cozy stream valley resort called: “The Village At Indian Springs”
“The Village At IndianSpring’s”shops include, but aren’t limited to the following services, and locales.
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Seeeth thou ever the man in the moon?
Searched as a child with never the boon.
In the crescent? I asked. Harvest, or half?
You see him? They’d say, with a half heart-ed laugh.
For years I squinted at the sphere in the air.
Envisioned him at leisure in his rocking chair.
Or was he standing? Or, walking? Or riding a bike?
Soon gave up looking, still as a tyke.
Years passed quickly, ne’er had I seen.
Throughout my boyhood, on through the teens.
Probably they were jeering, of me making fun.
Or, could they really see him? Guess I’m the only one.
I gave up ever looking, a sight I’d never find.
Rarely looked above me, to the moon I was blind.
Grew to be a man, more important considerations.
Began listening to God —a lonely heart, my only oblation—
I grew much stronger, His love grew my faith.
Looking up to thank Him, and there it was—
His beautiful, love filled face.
From times of Colonial script ─ troubles, of Indian lore ▒ A people then called “driftwood ,” along southern swamps and shores.
Strong enough to fight when pushed─ brave enough to stand. Smart enough to live in peace─for a piece of what was once their land.
They fought one side or the other, in every “New World” war─ vested forthwith, the only gift ─ black-water, and the gift to drift no more.
“Coharie Slough” Hand Carved Snake wrapped forked Bass Wood Branch with Dream Catcher… Snake carved from woody river vine, Gator head carved into the Bass limb, and the spear head carved out of Red Cedar. Bass Wood and Cedar stained with Red Oak, for the deeper, darker tones, and the snake stained with Natural. All leather is genuine leather made in Italy, including the wrapping on dream catcher. Comes with faux Eagle feathers, and two dancer bells. ( Inspired by the Coharie Tribe)