Tuesday, September 7, 2004

A poem I wrote today



© 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.


csandhollow said...

That was beautiful. Thank you for sharing with us.

plieck30 said...

I love your poem. Paula