My Backpack On My Back

I am moving on I am flying on My backpack is on my back I am not going back I am heading to a different horizon I am leaving; a new season Is rapidly approaching, I am moving To where more peacocks are singing Below a giant tree, under a huge cloud Where more people are happy and proud. I am not staying Can't you hear the bells ringing? It is time to flee, it's time to go My backpack is on my back Do not mind me walking super-slow I am moving on I am rolling on I am cool, I feel really cool I am going back to school. Copyright© August 26,2016 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.