Contradictions?

There is a naval station

close to the national seashore

In the morning

while reveille is played

a little sand crab

scurries to avoid the heron

During evening taps

the pine trees

loaded with pine cones

stand at attention

On the dunes

grasses wave as

monarch butterflies

flitter and sip nectar

on their migration route

Rosemary tingles my nose

And overhead

the sound of the ocean

is interrupted

by the screaming

of the blue angels

as the planes fly

in formation

first two, then three, then five

At old Fort Pickens,

a relic of the civil and other wars,

the onlookers

wave American flags

Does anyone notice the contradiction?

Part of the fort returning to nature