Under the sun we drove in
down the road, past the pond.
People were everywhere, they
said maybe one thousand.
The voice out of the speaker
tells us to gather under the tent.
After some music he invites them up.
Veterans. Four brothers, the baby is eighty.
They fought in World War II.
Their voices are a bit shaky,
but their memories are vivid.
We clap when they stop.
After lunch I take Karis,
I hold her hand and wait in line.
We climb up the tractor and sit.
The hay is scratchy. She is happy.
It's almost three when we leave.
Sunburned, full, and happy.
I think of those old men
and how wonderful it it is
to honor them.
And how wonderful it must be
to have lived a life worth honoring.
p.s. I was ready for a change! I think this has been the longest period I've gone without changing the look of my blog, but I wanted something new, and something that would be personal, and reflect me. And what better than a wall in my room? It took me a while, and a lot of patience to get it up, but I love how it looks now! Please tell me what you think!





