And from my window I can see
So many things that call to me
Trees and shrubs, spring flowers are there
Birds are darting everywhere
Busy nesting come what may
From dawn until the end of day
And from my window I can see
The ocean and it calls to me
Waves breaking gently on the shores
Their whispers turning into roars
On windy nights when gales blow
Their billows shining white like snow
And from my window I can see
A grassy bank and in its lee
Sea-lions lounging out of reach
And rolling on the sandy beach
One or two, with bodies great
Just lonely males without a mate
And from my window I can see
the river flows beyond the trees
I follow as it starts to wind
From distant hills that lie behind
And just before a rocky ridge
Trains clatter noisy on a bridge
The low hills rolling far and wide
Far mountains standing side by side
Backdrop to vistas that I know
Sky above with clouds below
And from my window I can see
So many things that call to me
Great feeling of nostalgia, Lesly, the sadness that at life’s end we must leave such windows… very much enjoyed the inclusion of the sea-lions in that view.
I’d like to live there
It certainly is John. Sadly we are planning to sell up and leave this magical spot soon. Age is creeping on and health issues mean searching for a smaller house on a smaller, flatter section.
Your window is a fine place.