Children - A poem by Leslie Wallace

Children.

They shall go out in mist,
Through years, my dears
Whither the four winds list,
My dears, through tears;
Whither the cast winds rise,
And the west wind dies.

They shall pass out and in
As sunlight does,
Where singing leaves have been
And the soft wind was;
And we, at last, shall wait
By a shut gate.

^__Leslie Wallace