When I'm Gone Poem by Andy Brookes

There will come that certain day
when the old bald guy won't see sunrise
nor hear bucks sparing in their fray.
The light will be gone from green eyes.

The forest no more to feel his tread
as he rustles through the autumn duff
chasing squirrels to their lofty bed
where they bark with voices loud and gruff.

Acorns will find another head
to bounce off of when they fall.
They'll have to be content instead
to add their thumps to autumn's call.

And crows will caw and owls ask Who?
while coyotes will still sing their sad song.
The creeks will still add to the view.
Winter shadows won't cease to be long.

But That old guy won't be around
or at least he won't be in plain sight.
Nor will his soul be in the ground
rising up only at night.

Instead listen closely to the wind
smell muscadines in autumn's air,
look beyond an old road's final bend
for although gone, I'll still be there.


where's this from I wonder in my note book but don't remember writing it. I must have written have down as important but is it mine or anothers.