reunion hill

must've been in late september

when last i climbed reunion hill

i 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 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

along there in a sea of blue

it circles every afternoon

a single hawk in god's great sky

looking down with god's own eyes

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