As we left our old house for the final time, the pair of geese who arrive each spring, waddled towards the road.
Jared and I glanced about, said goodbye to the house, the shagbark, the oak, the plants, the meadow, Pschorn Lane, the place our son came to be. We said goodbye to Cat Tail, the forest. The place.
This place that that taught us all we know. Goodbye, Sourlands.