A Saturday in May
Each year, our Scout troop helps place flags on the graves at nearby Camp Nelson's military cemetary on the Saturday before Memorial Day. This year, while we were doing so, "In Flanders Field" ran mangled through my mind, and came out so:
(with apologies to Lt Col John McCrae)
This day in May, by morning's glow,
We see the stones fill, row by row,
Camp Nelson's fields, where, when they die,
So many heroes come to lie,
And where we learn the debt we owe.
As country called, they'd bravely go
From those they loved, who loved them so;
The torch they passed we still hold high,
This day in May.
No more their battle with the foe,
So here our gratitude we show
By naming each as we walk by,
And on each grave a flag we fly
That waves as gentle breezes blow,
This day in May.