Morning Sun

Bryan Batson

The morning sun rises
Over the Lake of the Ozarks
On a family vacation
In a Post-COVID age
Nearly the Fourth of July
Bass boats and jet skis
Compete with the starlings
Singing the song
Of summertime bliss

From the banks I skip stones
Contemplating the future
Along with the past
The warmth of the sun
And the dark brooding water
Under the surface
Embraced in the cool waves
Lies a sweet respite
From the heat of the sun
And the memories of the desert.

Remember

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Some came by choice and some did not,
their service to our country makes it certain
that someone misses the one who fought
and others just draw the curtain.

We remember the ones who went away
but did not return to those who loved them,
So cherish the ones who won their way
and now are gone without a requiem.