Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

The World Outside My Window

(Written after I saw a picture of an elderly woman sitting in a wheelchair, looking out her window.)

I see a bird, a tree, a branch, a leaf.
These are the world outside my window.
The laughter of children upon the breeze,
Brings a smile as I sit by the window.

The warm rays of summer that fall on me
And the rain that taps on the window,
Carry me back to a childhood carefree,
So long ago outside my window.

Too old now to play, too frail now to run,
I sit and watch out of my window
And wait for the time when I can run
In the fields outside Heaven’s window.


August 20, 2011 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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