I remember on those open fields….

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

About jeb610

Taking one day at a time, and enjoying life in the heart of Dixie. People create their own questions because they are afraid to look straight. All you have to do is look straight and see the road, and when you see it, don’t sit looking at it – walk. There are two sides to every issue: one side is right and the other is wrong, but the middle is always evil.
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