I left them in the valley.
They didn’t move away.
They would live and some did die there.
I knew I couldn’t stay.
It’s sometimes just a feeling.
Not unlike you don’t belong.
Nothing that needs put into words.
Like a tune you hum along.
Now I’m older and I miss them.
Some will pick up when I call.
When we learn what is important.
If we dare to stand that tall.
