My Backpack On My Back Poem by Hebert Logerie

I am moving on
I am flying on
My backpack is on my back
I am not going back
I am heading to a different horizon
I am leaving; a new season
Is rapidly approaching, I am moving
To where more peacocks are singing
Below a giant tree, under a huge cloud
Where more people are happy and proud.

I am not staying
Can't you hear the bells ringing?
It is time to flee, it's time to go
My backpack is on my back
Do not mind me walking super-slow
I am moving on
I am rolling on
I am cool, I feel really cool
I am going back to school.

Copyright© August 26,2016 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.