Veterans Day

With deep gratitude to all veterans and to those they left behind.

Reunion Hill, (Richard Shindell); Reunion Hill, (Mark Wilderspin)

Must’ve been late September
When last I climbed Reunion Hill
Fell asleep on Indian Boulder
And dreamed a dream I will not tell
I came home as the sun went down
One eye trained upon the ground
Even now I find their things
Glasses, coins, and golden rings

It’s been ten years since that ragged army
Limped across these fields of mine
I gave them bread, I gave them brandy
But most of all I gave them time
My well is deep, the water pure
The streams are fed by mountain lakes
I cleaned the brow of many a soldier
Dousing for my husband’s face

I won’t forget our sad farewell
And how I ran to climb that hill
Just to watch him walk across the valley
And disappear into the trees

Alone there, in a sea of blue
It circles every afternoon
A single hawk in God’s great sky
Looking down with God’s own eye
He soars above Reunion Hill
I pray he spiral higher still
As if from such an altitude
He might just keep our love in view

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