This is a very special poem we read at America’s Camp, and which I will be reading at a memorial in Suffern tomorrow.
In the rising of the sun and its going down,
We remember them.
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
We will remember them.
In the opening buds and in the rebirth of spring,
We remember them.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
We remember them.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
We remember them.
In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
We will remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
We will remember them.
When we are lost and are sick of heart,
We remember them.
When we have Joys we yearn to share,
We remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live,
For they are now a part of us,
As we remember them.