At dawn, an aging couple walks beneath
The towering pines; for decades they have come
To clean the stone and hang a simple wreath.
A fitting tribute to their first-born son!
A recent widow kneels with tender care
To fill a Mason jar with stalks of iris
Picked from her back yard. She says a prayer,
Then waters them with tears of loneliness.
A veteran of the ‘War to end all Wars’
Bends down to pierce a flag into the ground;
He stands erect and ponders distant shores–
A bugler fills the air with somber sound.
One precious day each year we dying give
To honor those who now forever live.