Dedicated to a good friend who was unwell when I wrote this poem. Happy to say he made a full recouvery , and is very happy with life.
LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW
With his cup of comfort, looking out the window,
He beholds sight the pretty flowers, waving to him,
Their petals inviting the lad out to join them outside,
The trees heavy in blossom, promising a fruitful Autumn
On the cool Summer breeze a message:
''We know you can't yet come out and be with us ''
'' Don't worry '' '' We'll still be here when you can be here with us''
''We send to you our scent to your senses''
The trees say '' soon you can rest under our branches shading you''
''Comfy mug in your hand'', '' And your poetry to write''
He hears, listens, smiles, raises his mug of coffee to them,
''Aye'' , ''my friends '' ,'' soon ''.
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet
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Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2008-05-11 at 22:00
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