Moving On

It’ll be alright
moving on,
learning new things
as we go along.

The house is bigger
plenty more room,
views will be broader
a lot less gloom.

The town is older
friendlier, cosy,
a closer community,
... maybe a little nosy.

There’re hills, a river
that runs through the town,
It’ll not take long
for roots to bed down.

The time comes then
… and it’s hard to tell
goodbye to the house
that sheltered us well

Memories tumble
through heads, through tears,
birthings, schooldays,
the minutiae of years…