Leaving the South 3 December, 2021 It’s time to take my leave and go To the cold and the mist The rain and the snow. I came when young, I go back old To the snow and the rain The mist and the cold. I’ve withered under a blue, blue sky. In the dust and the sand The green went dry. Pero que conste: That our love is strong, That we have done much, And all the stronger and all the more, For a south sea meeting a northern shore. Listen to my recording of this poem https://www.fridaypoems.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/12/Leaving-the-South.mp3