Leaving Home Poem by john (called jack) wren

Farewell lake, farewell home,
Farewell, sweet morning dew,
The time has come to say adieu.
I'll miss the swaying tufted reed
In the margins of the lake,
Where coots love to breed,
With sounds that oscillate.
And streams, where I would hide,
Safe from this worldly strife,
To contemplate at waters side
The mysteries, of this life.
.One last look, your just a spot,
A dot, between earth and sky,
What was once my Camelot
I can no longer, identify.
I hurry on, before night fall,
Or tiredness, creeps in,
Hoping a friendly lake will call
To welcome me, within.