Today, Memorial Day, I’m featuring a poem composed for a memorial service. The year was 1921 and the service was held in memory of William Earl Covey, who died of pneumonia while serving in France in World War I.
William Covey was the son and grandson of noted naturalists in the Adirondacks. His father, Earl Covey, built Covewood Lodge, a wonderful place you can still visit today. “Willie,” as he was known, hiked and camped in those mountains with two childhood friends who also served in World War I but were lucky enough to return. The friends decided there should be a memorial bridge at Twitchell Lake, and a couple years later the bridge was dedicated. Read the rest of this entry »