Reunion Hill - Richard Shindell

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