As a military wife of twenty-two years, Memorial Day is especially close to my heart. I think of my husband, all our military friends… and also of my grandfather and my husband’s grandfather who served our country in wars long past. The poem below touched my heart, bringing visions of all those brave men and women throughout the years. So I offer it up in honor of them, along with my unending thanks….
By: Theodosia Pickering Garrison
A handful of old men walking down the village street
In worn, brushed uniforms, their gray heads high;
A faded flag above them, one drum to lift their feet-
Look again, O heart of mine, and see what passes by!
There’s a vast crowd swaying, there’s a wild band playing,
The streets are full of marching men, or tramping cavalry.
Alive and young and straight again, they ride to greet a mate again-
The gallant souls, the great souls that live eternally!
A handful of old men walking down the highways?
Nay, we look on heroes that march among their peers,
The great, glad Companions have swung from heaven’s byways
And come to join their own again across the dusty years.
There are strong hands meeting, there are staunch hearts greeting-
A crying of remembered names, of deeds that shall not die.
A handful of old men?-Nay, my heart, look well again;
The spirit of America today is marching by!
**Please feel free to share your stories and comments about family and friends who’ve served our country!