- Books, Literature, and Writing
Outside My Window
Still Life at the Penguin Cafe
As I work, on words I do ponder,
I look outside, my mind it wanders,
I see through glass the world outside,
I seek inspiration for another rhyme.
The sun grazing emerald leaves,
Warm grass mowed and clean,
A dog runs by far from its master,
A cat walks by, oblivious to disaster.
Sparkling sands of the playground,
Children's laughter all around
People walking by the trail,
By the lake, which has no sand.
All of life from my window I see,
While I should be at work on poetry,
My gaze returns to my computer screen,
As I ponder my next poetic scene.