A view from my window

A view from my window

A poem by Delilah Follows

As I glance out my window

I see the sunflowers standing

And hear the birds whistling a tragic tune.

Sunset’s arrived.  My very favourite time of

The day.  I see the light shining in my eyes.

This is a perfect view; it’s like the sun

Has been put in a powerful bright light bulb.

It’s shooting its hotness straight towards me.

The hotness, the brightness, the view.

A view from my window

A poem by Chantelle Packman

I gaze out of my mysterious window,

The sun is shining as it wakes the world,

Not a cloud in the sky.

I see the streets filled with children,

They’re dancing and singing like the birds of heaven,

Playing all different games with their friends.

As I watch I can’t help but think – why can’t I do that?

Because I have no friends to play those games with.

I walk away like a forgotten flower,

Left to die on it’s own.