Saturday, August 28, 2010

September Songs of Autumn Sunday Drives

Families enjoy their country drives and Sunday picnics,
When the Autumn breeze turns so cool and crisp.
Packing up toys and pets; blankets and drumsticks;
To play in meadows, picking flowers and lakes to fish.

Sunshine painting laughter, igniting precious smiles,
They play until the clouds of blue turn to orange skies
Chasing daytime butterflies to catching neon fireflies
Collecting many blessings from simple country drives.

All along the winding lane they talk of future dreams.
Little noses smashed on windows, hopeful just to see,
Carefully watching every tree blowing in the breeze
To glimpse a baby eagle, sitting under scarlet leaves.

I hold a framed aged-old memory; babies on a seashore.
Salty tears rain down; remembering how they've grown.
To serve the greater cause our soldiers marched to war.
I beg of God for mercy, bring our heroes safe and home.
To have a chance to live, to love, to picnic in the sun
And Autumn Sunday drives with families of their own.

- Terri Bonney

ritten in honor of my son who serves in the U.S. Army as a Medevac Pilot.

1 comment:

  1. Absolutely beautiful...makes me want to cry.
    Here's hoping that Travis is safe EVERY day and that he is home soon, where he belongs.