running through the meadows
at Valley Forge
Holding a red balloon
as he skipped and pranced,
Smiling the untroubled,
innocent smile of a
child unwrinkled by life.
Coming to rest under a big oak tree
and lying in the tall grass
where a wounded Continental soldier
may once have.
He wished he could have relished
those carefree days
Now that he spent all his time
before the computer
in his office.
He wished he'd never let that
red balloon go
that perfect day
at Valley Forge.
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