Richard Shindell - 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 






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