It’s the wind that stops blowing, <br />it’s the birds that fly away. <br />It’s the peaceful spirit, <br />that’s leaving today. <br /> <br />It’s the horns blowing loud, <br />it’s the trumpets sounding clear. <br />It’s the echos in the distance, <br />of the harp strumming near. <br /> <br />It’s the memories of my existence, <br />flashing in the sky. <br />It’s the visions of my life, <br />now “saying goodbye”.<br /><br />james roddy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saying-goodbye-8/
