By Andrew R. Duckworth
When I leave this place
Of dread and light,
Having seen both day and night,
I’ll look upon
The hills and plains
That exist within my sight,
The fading things once
Warm and bright,
And remember them fondly
As I take flight.
Poetry and Essays of Andrew Ryan Duckworth
Poetry, Short Stories, and Shared Experiences of Andrew R. Duckworth