DECORATION DAY 
By JAMES A. SLOTE 
Reside these mounds wher^ onr loved ones sleep , 
We gather each year, a custom to keep. 
A wreath of flowers, a prayer and some t^arss — 
As our thoughts drift back to bygone vears 
Under these mounds, loved parents sleep. 
A brother a sister, for these too we weep. 
For the husband the wife and the;childr.en we pray, 
As we cover their grave 5 ! with fiowjrs today. 
Beside these mounds, we revermtly tread 
Speaking softly of those nearby dead. 
Those under these mounds once met with us here. 
Wi ! la mound cover me or a !ov°d on* n»xt yea*? 
We will cover their graves widi flowers today, 
Then take up onr journey on life’s weary way 
The great and the humble today we have found 
The end of ou’* journey is invited by a mound 
