My Wonderous Window

May 3, 2012
By brooke grobbel BRONZE, Metamora, Michigan
brooke grobbel BRONZE, Metamora, Michigan
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When I was little,
My eyes would wonder.
Dew on grass,
Sun sprouting,
and everything yonder.

When I got older,
My eyes would focus.
Pencil on homework,
Finger on phone,
Eyes on TV, watching "Hocus Pocus"

The wonderous window,
Oh the wonderous window.
How and when did I lose sight of
you?
The scared trees,the floating bees.
Headlights ahead, dog playing dead.

Now I am old and grey.
My eyes just look.
My husband outside with a book,
My dog resting near his work boots and scratchy jeans.
My eyes now know what life means.



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Indilove GOLD said...
on May. 7 2012 at 8:10 am
Indilove GOLD, Kenockee, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
No one is your strength or guidance. If life is what you wish to live then do not bind your soul to something unreal. The creater nor the keeper can heal you for it is blind faith that leads you.

This is great! Good Job! I want to read more of your stuff!!




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