Memorial Day Poem. Wow.

It’s a holiday but I posted anyway — Caught Between Two Friends.

Now I see I should have saved that until tomorrow, because one of you just sent me this new poem by Garrison Keillor.

I’m a Neanderthal when it comes to poetry.

Very-long-time readers know that my one attempt was rejected by the New Yorker.

But every so often there’s a poem I can grab onto because it amuses (I think those are called limericks) . . . or tells a story I can understand (Casey at the Bat, anyone?) . . . or, in this case, really hits home.

They were so young.

Heartbreaking.