Today I said goodbye
to the green fields,
and dense, gray woods,
to a wide open sky
that often wandered
blue and high above me,
and to the old walls
that saved and held me,
fast against storms,
and sometimes prisoner
to my heart’s desire.

I chased away the ghosts,
shadows of memory,
that came haunting me,
soundly, I told them all,
time to part company,
move on and let me go,
no more looking back –
and I cut the last cord,
felt it fall softly away,
then fixed smiling eyes
onto the bright horizon.

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My farmhouse is sold and gone this past week. I’m not yet of a mind to write about it fully, so this poem emerged instead.