Leaving Tallahassee

A crooning owl sang me to sleep each night From beyond the great oak that held my torn kite Ripples from the pool filter heard each morn Screened in porch that morning glories adorned Spring came early for twenty-three grand years Memories that will never disappear Camellias, azaleas planted with care Colorful fruit trees will always be there But walks through my woodland have ended now Economic struggles would not allow A lady to live her remaining years In the home where rain has washed away tears * For Michael's "A Change of View" Contest