A note, when leaving

I must go now.

My roots exposed,

I leave, for new shores.

The stones of my home

are ground, from the

shoes my ancestors,

their ancestors, and

me. Let it be read.

The stones of my home

will know me longer than

you will. Know me.

The waves may crash,

but the stones remain,

upon which you walk,

long after I leave.

I must go now.

Fight the good fight.

Remember me.