A bright new day
In times of peace, we men forget
The years we spent in battle-lands;
But gratitude reminds us yet
With some paternal reprimand,
We may neglect to raise a feast
And praise our God for mercy’s dawn:
For scooter-travel now has ceased—
The godforsaken torment gone!
We walk with music in our ears
And know that we will not be struck;
For it had been three hellish years
Of getting hit and yelling … “darn!”
The Church, so built on Peter-rock,
Defends the weak from Satan’s darts;
And now the Grotto holds the flock
Serene and safe from man’s own arts.
The Quads are clear by late decree
With scooters back at Daddy’s place.
So live as men who know they’re free
With nature healed by saving grace.
Photo Credit: Matthew Rice
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