#384 Leaving Poem by Jimmie Arrington

The mountains circle around me,
The green grass is tall and dense.
There's beauty as far as I can see,
It's a treat for every sense.

The trees are swaying to and fro,
The sun hides high in the sky.
Atop this hill I look below
And see joggers passing by.

I should feel buoyant, without care
But my mind and thoughts linger elsewhere.

I'm sitting at the city park
On a cloudy summer day.
I listen to the wind's remark
As my wife and baby play.

They run and laugh, they slide and swing
It's an entertaining show.
With a smile and gentle fling,
My little boy waves hello.

My world and heart should be silverlined
But thoughts of leaving weigh on my mind.