My Wide Wide Window
My wide wide window, a source of joy
Revealing trees in summer green dresses,
Leaves fluttering like Degas dancers,
And rippling heat waves rising from grassy ground.
A dove dares to land on a hot metal feeder,
And pecks his fill.
No cinema, no photography, no painting so grand,
Can offer such pleasure as a quiet time gaze
Out such a sparkling morning wide window.
And now it is twilight, and a glorious view
Of golden stripes and purple hue, through
Silhouetted foliage cooling to sleep, and
No cinema, no photography, no painting so grand,
Can offer such pleasure as a quiet time gaze
Of such a twilight out my wide wide window.
Then as I lie my bedtime head on pillows soft,
Gazing through blinds at fingernail moon and winking stars,
Lying, lingering, ready to sleep, and I know
No cinema, no photography, no painting so grand,
Can offer such pleasure as those sweet day’s gazes
Out the wonders of my wide wide window.
It may rain, it may snow, years may come, years may go,
I’ll hold the memories of times spent gazing at nature’s art
Out my wide wide window.
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