The flags will fly in the cemetary today.
The garden will be fluttering.
I will drive up to Post to see them
and instead of driving by
I will sit for a bit and think of the newest graves added this year.
Most of the young ones buried in Kansas are not here.
They are buried on family farms and
in small cemetaries next to the only church in town.
Their parents and sibblings will most likely gather
as I do
near the graves
as I do
that they were willing to serve
at a time when people think of their service as "a job".
And then I will say a prayer,
One I say every day,
For those who are serving still overseas,
And those who will serve in the future.
For one day it may be my own child or my child's friend
in the garden that I drive by.