The Windows of the World
The windows of the worldcame flying
embracing my imagination
The funnel of the big ship
took us to England
and the little girl saw the sea
for the first time
while the old man played the piano
and told funny stories
And as the little girl grew up
she matured into a woman
blessed by the fields
waved to by the clouds
and kissed by the moon
Two little kids walked around
holding each other's hands
and they kept remembering
this first window to the World
and grew up in spite of
hurricanes and madness
Imagination and reality
went for a walk
when the guitar and the violin
played Irish folk and told the story of
whiskey in the jar down the Kerry mountains
and Guinness found themselves
another friend for life
The Windows of the World
came flying
and embraced me
dearly
Poetry by Sean Ryan Bjerremand
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Written on 2014-01-27 at 21:47
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