Leaving the place where I find myself
\nThe sand in my shoes,
\nI take with me.<\/p>\n
While the heron, I leave,
\nstill and silent,
\nto join in, another day. <\/p>\n
Leaving the place where I find myself
\nThe rock I will take,
\nIn my pocket.<\/p>\n
While the Scrub Pine, is left,
\nto it\u2019s twisting limbs.
\nI return, someday to your branches.<\/p>\n
Leaving the place where I find myself
\nthe memories,
\nI carry along.<\/p>\n
While the longing, and laughter,
\nstill lingers,
\nin its rightful spot on the pier.<\/p>\n
Leaving the place where I find myself
\nthe conversations,
\nI keep in my mind.<\/p>\n
While the unformed words, I\u2019ll keep safe in the sea,
\nfor revealing on my return.<\/p>\n
Home Leaving the place where I find myself The sand in my shoes, I take with me. While the heron, I leave, still and silent, to join in, another day. Leaving the place where I find myself The rock I will take, In my pocket. While the Scrub Pine, is left, to it\u2019s twisting limbs. … Continue reading SP Heron<\/span>