FROM MY WINDOW

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

 

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4 thoughts on “FROM MY WINDOW”

  1. 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.

  2. 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.

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