I’m Rising
Early in the morning, when the day is cool,
I get unkinked from sleeping as I do.
It’s time to rise and shine of course,
It’s time to put some color in your view.
I like to see the faces,
In turning up to see,
In morning light that shines so bright,
Just what I’ve made of me.
I went out on my journey.
I saw the world my way.
And now I have returned to watch,
My people every day.
I know I did my work out there,
I’m satisfied with that,
Still it really means a lot,
When someone doffs a hat.
They honor me around here,
Can’t tell you what that means,
I only went with other men,
Air Force, Army, Navy and Marines.
I wanted to be with them,
I think they wanted me.
You see, I think I feel like them,
I know what it is to be free.
For when the day has ended,
It’s time to go back in,
I’ve plainly gotten tuckered out,
And need to be tucked in.
Another day is coming,
And I’ll be there to rise,
There’s really nothing I prefer,
To living in the skies.
If you come by and see me,
Remember that I care,
But I’ve a job to do up here,
Just waving in the air.
NicknamedBob . . . July 24, 2006
From here.