Green

The time draws near,
my heart races with fear
a whisper I hear
calling this face,
to a new place and space.

Over yonder to explore,
to new sights and more,
new tastes I forsee,
to toil yet for more years.

These new pastures I wonder
how green will they be over yonder.
These new masters I wonder,
are they with whips, prods and chains
is this the welcoming party to expect ?

I'll trudge on with hope,
and let the meadows unfold,
if tis not as sweet,
ill tell you when we meet.