The time has come to say farewell as she whispers on the wind,
Who can tell if we shall meet here again as the sun sails across the sky.
And the clouds sailed past while the sun dancer danced and grinned.
There lies the tale of what was and what shall be as told by you and i.
As from the land of Dragonwick the dragons painted circles in the sun,
While Lady Dragonwick smiled and watches as her children spread on.
The moment was there for all to see as they waved goodbye to the fun,
As they sailed away on a moon beam for a day knowing the time has gone.
Such times are there to enjoy and read and explore all things to share,
Enriched in the knowledge that the writer gives freely to you they impart.
For in every journey there must be a start and ending and a time to care,
As shall be so shall it be written and each verse wisdom here from the start.
And so as the sun departs like a golden tomahawk, it draws to the end of the day,
As all is gathered in and shaken down ready to store and enjoy once more,
In the distance all ready to go the bag lady shows us which path is the way,
As this time has ended and left us here to another place on a distant shore.
And so the pen has written all that needs to be written worded and said,
The paper is full and the ink has dried and the moment has faired so well.
With sadness but halcyon golden memories so good and rich and well fed,
We bid Creative Poems a fond and emotional but rich and heroic farewell.
The time time has come to say good bye and no tears must fall or run,
The time is over fare thee well, sweet promises fulfilled, our time is gone.
â€˜We shall not see the likes of you for many a year, thank youâ€™