walking through the gates

It's June 14th, and in two days I will be leaving, As I leave I think of all the people I will miss As I am leaving I am grieving, I am leaving my bliss, This place called Maine my home, I didn't get to see my old classmates, Two days later before I leave I Rome, At the airport I look back to my gramp, before I walk through the gates, As I walk out of the airport in New Mexico I already miss the trees, Then I realize I have homework that needs to be done, In July doing my homework with cool July breeze, Going through my hair making me stunned, School come rolling around, Doing my school work college bound.