I will wander
through this wide world, -
wooed by stars,
foreign tongues,
cold skies -
but I will remember where I come from.
Those rocks,
the bending trees,
and the names carved into wet cement.
I will remember the smell of morning air,
and the dusky pink of summertime.
The times I walked with tears,
and how I laughed with the birds.
I have lived and loved so much here.
I will never forget.