Misty Morning Light

No birds were singing on this hot August morn
In a distant foreign land across the seas
Only the sound of battle could be heard
As she wondered would this war ever cease
 
Sounds of crickets on a full moonlit evening
And bullfrogs as they jumped from the banks
Were replaced by explosions and gun fire
And the humming of weary army tanks

Prayers from family and friends for her safety
Offered to God for her soon to return
Her own heart ached in much the same way
While the grip on her weapon remained firm
 
She could smell her dear mama's cooking
Only now it was rations from a can
She longed to hear the sound of laughter
Playing tag and giggling as they ran
 
The nights spent joining in grown up talk
And the tunes that were played on a fiddle
Were replaced by watching for the enemy
And hoping you weren't caught in the middle
 
Hours spent on the old creek and bayou
Catching fish from daylight to dusk
Now hours were spent in combat training
For her own protection this was a must
 
Why oh why did she have to come here
Please Lord, let this war soon be over
All she wanted was to arrive safely home
With her parents, sister, and brother
 
Each day she waited for news from home
As the old life style she sorely did miss
The boys that came 'round to visit her 
Trying to steal a hug or a kiss 
 
As she looked at the now misty morning
Her heart pounded and continued to yearn 
Knowing loved ones were offering prayers for her
And hoped soon to the bayou she'd return
   
Janie Moser © 08/20/05



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