Leaving home
by Frank Lee Jennings
Multitudes of them daily leaving
leaving home yet not quite grieving
different ways yet still the same
from every color, hue and region
going, leaving home in legions
ones and twos, threes and tens
not quite sure when it begins
no one tried to make them stay
though some were sad to see them go
they didn’t try to stop them though
for after all that time at home
twas good for them to go and roam
to twirl around to skew off there
while many others soared and sailed
the mothers all just stood and wailed
so soon they all would come to rest
and make the forest floor a nest
a colored carpet laid each fall
by leafy children of the trees
landing there on bended knees
they wait beneath the winter snow
hidden there while sharp winds blow
for next years children coming down
coming twirling, sailing down
a carpet laid still coming down
by Frank Lee Jennings

Multitudes of them daily leaving
leaving home yet not quite grieving
different ways yet still the same
from every color, hue and region
going, leaving home in legions
ones and twos, threes and tens
not quite sure when it begins
no one tried to make them stay
though some were sad to see them go
they didn’t try to stop them though
for after all that time at home
twas good for them to go and roam
to twirl around to skew off there
while many others soared and sailed
the mothers all just stood and wailed
so soon they all would come to rest
and make the forest floor a nest
a colored carpet laid each fall
by leafy children of the trees
landing there on bended knees
they wait beneath the winter snow
hidden there while sharp winds blow
for next years children coming down
coming twirling, sailing down
a carpet laid still coming down