Bird leaving the nest.

I smile, a sad forced smile,
as my hair is tossed over my shoulder,
the wind lazily rolls over the unmown grass,
i turn as my heels push into the mud
this house was bigger, but now its so much smaller,
then i remember,

when i was little i swang from the branches,
of the lone paper tree, standing next to the bumpy drive,
my clothes got ripped,
but i never thought much about it, my mind distracted,
playing with worms and bugs,

i would run in a smile spread across my face,
the floors would creak with every step,
id leave a trail of muddy footprints,

id try and sneak into the kitchen,
the smell would fill me,
wafting throughout the house,
liked freshly baked warm things,

i played in this backyard, i lived in these rooms,
if you wanted to know about  every nail in the wood,
i couldnt tell you,

but i could tell you of how i lived my life,
within these full rich halls,
i could tell you of how my room changed colours,
as i grew up and got older.

and i can tell you how much it hurts,
to leave my favourite place,
but ive grown up alot,
and i have quickened my pace,
i no longer squeel and giggle,
and i no longer complain and moan,

im all grown up and its time to leave my home.

memeroies of my childhood,
flickered across my eyes,
my mothers arms around me,
wishing me goodluck and goodbye,


their are a million stories, living in these halls.
the place where my lifes memories are stored