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by Carl Sandburg

You will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun will be on your skin,
The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,
You will pose with a hill-flower grace.

You will come, with your slim, expressive arms,
A poise of the head no sculptor has caught
And nuances spoken with shoulder and neck,
Your face in a pass-and-repass of moods
As many as skies in delicate change
Of cloud and blue and flimmering sun.

You may not come, O girl of a dream,
We may but pass as the world goes by
And take from a look of eyes into eyes,
A film of hope and a memoried day.

Today is Memorial Day and I thought I’d share a quick story.  This is the grave site of one of my ancestors.  He was briefly (as far as I know) in the Civil War.  He was a recruit in Company E of the 62nd Illinois Regiment in late 1863 before he was mustered out for a Veteran-based unit that began in January 1864.  There’s some vagueness in what happened after he was mustered out, because record keeping was different back then.  I don’t know if he was assigned somewhere else.  All I know is that if he didn’t live, I wouldn’t be here.

Today we remember those who gave the ultimate sacrifice to others, their very lives.  Our country owes so much to those people and their families.  I can’t express enough gratitude to those Men and Women.

Thank you so very, very much.

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