and on many a summer night, I still hear the drums and bugles in the distant call.
My ears never free nor far from the sound.
And as I watch the marching pass by my bonfire, I see the flags unfurled in a Southern breeze-and a long ago association of young men and women still brings charmed surprise.
It is a music I can dream and sleep by.
Photo: White Tornadoes Drum and Bugle Corps Guard, Momence, Illinois