LABOR DAY REVISITED
© copyright September 7, 2004
The day was quite amazing, and the weather, so ideal
That it seemed like a dream I had, instead of something real.
I saw the evening nearing, and I felt a little blue
To think that such a perfect day was very nearly through.
Today at work, I thought about my perfect day again,
And realized that all good times must, somehow, reach an end.
And then I thought of soldiers in a distant, foreign land
Who'd love to see my little farm, instead of endless sand.
How I wish that I could share my perfect day with them:
The breezes in the cottonwood sound almost like a hymn!
The roadside plants that we call "weeds", adorned with yellow flowers...
I'd share them with our soldiers, if I just had magic powers.
How can I enjoy such peace, when they must fight a war?
Happy times almost make me feel guilty, any more.
Nine-eleven changed the world in such a real way,
And made me realize that I'm not guaranteed today.
Every time I laugh, I think of young folks overseas.
I almost hear their voices, upon every autumn breeze.
Back here in Missouri, as the summer turns to fall,
I only wish those soldiers knew that I pray for them all.