Done
It's hard admitting I'm all done
At White Bear Res – though it's been fun
To work with students now full-grown
Affect profound by those I've known.As well the work in towns near there
I drove on through, saw days of care;
The sun sets pink on waters calm
The restful peace to soul a balm.What glorious sky behind me now
As I drive eastward, done somehow;
So here I am pruned back like tree
To what You want as work through me.Sunset flame-red, low in the sky
With car reflection blue from high
Makes roof like lake in prairie scene –
Mirage, like time at White Bear seem.Except fond feelings for my friends
Which time and distance does not rend;
I see their kids mature each time
We meet – and so I guess with mine.Grain trucks now hurtle by with load;
First star appears to right of road;
Pink clouds are fading into night;
Back home again – my job done right.navigation