FROM OUT OF MY WINDOW
I gazed outside at a bird on a limb,
So many clouds made my light very dim.
The things I see are not so new,
From out of my window, a simple view.
I stand here watching as time goes by,
I listen for the sound, I can hear nature cry.
The wind passes by, through the trees It blows,
Stare out at the night, watch as the moon glows.
As day becomes night and the night turns to day,
Time does not stand still but from out of my window
I see things my own way.
Keith Garrett
It’s interesting. It’s actually a hard topic to write something truly original there’s been SO much poetry about the same basic thing I know I’ve tried the same subject. Good job
Thanks for reading and for your thoughts.
On Mon, Apr 20, 2020 at 11:23 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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