Happy Memorial Day!
Today was a beautiful, American day.
There ain't no doubt I love this land:
I ate breakfast at Denny's.
I listened to patriotic music,
especially Civil War songs.
(Gotta take the holiday back to its roots, yo.)
I felt like both a Yankee
and a Reb.
I tied a red bandana in my hair.
With my chambray shirt,
I looked like a less terrifying Rosie the Riveter.
Allyson & I went to the other side of the lake,
where I've never been.
I love the wide-open promise
of a quiet country landscape.
We visited a Civil War encampment,
a historical inn,
a one-room schoolhouse.
We bought those olde time candy sticks--
root beer flavored, of course.
We went to an old military cemetery,
where all the headstones said "Unknown."
We drove home,
got 50-cent slurpees,
and bocce ball,
and swung on swings
into the blue sky of evening.
Melissa gave us chicken and dumplings.
I read My Antonia aloud to Genevieve.
And I thought about how dyin is sometimes
more important than livin--
when it's for something that really matters.
To this nation,
and to its noble dead,
I give my heart.