A Farewell Poem

Though this farewell has been almost three years in the making, it always seems to rush upon us.

I wrote this poem around a year ago to express the grief I’ve held in saying good-bye to Kansas and all of the family, friends and memories it holds dearly.

I share it now as departure nears in hopes it meaningfully conveys the deep love and gratitude I have for this place and this people.

My first year in Kansas, down by the river (2010)

When We Return

The storm clouds roll in
With enough thunder
To fill the town with Wonder
More than any preacher could

Colors for miles
In the sea above
Sweet rolls for miles
In the sea below

And I hope there’s still plains and Flint Hill trains
When we return

In the Sunflower State
Time sings like the birds
And moves like the herds
Because people matter most

Stars for miles
In the sea above
Rivers for miles
In the sea below

And I hope there’s still plains and Flint Hill trains
When we return

The coffee shop where it began
The parks where it continued
The barn where we first wed
And the duplex where we continued

The home we began dreaming in
And where dreams were laid to rest
The library, the pie shop, hardware stores
And timeless Sunday best

The bike rides ‘long brown rivers
And the flower-full garden strolls
Family and friends from east to west
Long talks on ‘crete patios

And I hope there’s still plains and Flint Hill trains
When we return, “home”.

-by Sarah Lynn