FAR FROM HOME

The sun is rising,

And I am far from home.

Gulls wheel and cry overhead;

The Sea is near,

I can hear its call,

Pulling me,

Away from these shores,

Away from my home.

Soon I will see it;

A glittering blue,

Stretching beyond the horizon.

A ship waits

To carry me away,

Away, never to return.

The thought saddens me,

But I am powerless.

I cannot stay.

I do not wish to leave.

We board the ship, My kin and I.

Turn around one last time;

A sight never to be seen again.

The sun is rising,

And I am far from home.