View from the Window
The old farmhouse
Once was new
Full of life
Held generations
The windows made of glass
Collected memories
Looking in
And looking out
As the glass was put together
By many elements
It held many secrets
Like Madame Defarge knitting
Joys and laughter
Holidays births, deaths
Reflection of pictures on the walls
Generations of families
A new frontier
View was changing, the family grew
Friendly Indians, neighbors miles away
As the years flew by
The window faced the cemetery
A reminder of the past
Growing larger
But not forgotten
The window weathered the storm
Hot sun, opened for a gentle breeze
Seeds on the window sill fed birds, squirrels
Closed to keep out winter cold
Enjoyed visits by Jack Frost
The old farmhouse
Was falling apart
Broken windows, like pieces of puzzles
Started to break apart
Portions of glass
Flew to the cemetery
Landing on different graves
Uniting memories
Objects on the window sill
Looking out
Scenery changes - dogs, cats, children, adults pass through
By the hour
Determined by the time
Of day
Subjected to the weather
Heat from the sun
Savor visits during
The winter
From Jack Frost
Ignored by people
In the house
Rarely dusted
Never played with, but not bored
Just objects on
The window sill
Long forgotten
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