Journey

The journey’s done, the clock has had its say,

A grueling task yet brightened with play;

Friendships were forged, and memories will stay,

Not the sun but the autumn moon shall close the day.

By fire we gather, chasing off the dark.

Our muscles sore, yet grateful now for rest;

The bottles chilled give rise to song and lark.

Not all was joy, but still we passed the test.

Yet unease still stirs when labor reaches its close

The season is spent, now casting life to seed.

And leaving behind what fleeting time bestows,

Is this the last or maybe one more deed?

When moonlight gently yields before the dawning sun,

Rise up, take heart; the journey is not done.