For whatever reason Robert Louis Stevenson’s poem has always been a part pof my Memorial Day remembering.  As you visit the graves today it might become part of yours too.

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.