Ode to a Window
Poem about the power of having a view
This poem is about my dining room window where I could see close to 2 blocks away up a hill and a corner where traffic and people could go 4 ways.
A room with a window view
As I sit at the dining room table
The window offers a view
I am willing and able
To watch all the scenes that come through
When the school bus on the hillside stops
I know I have seven or eight minutes
Before it comes down from the top
And I have to get into it
I see my cousin's boyfriend's car
After school heading to her home
My best friend's dad has walked so far
From the store and he's all alone
My brother's buddy is coming near
I tell him to go outside
He meets him with a hearty cheer
Their bikes they soon will ride
My neighbor pulls up in his carport
Children gather around to play
He is such a good sport
Though he's worked hard that day
All these things I see
From my window seat
Wind in the cherry tree
A dog running across the street
The window gives me a view
Of what others do not see
The special sights so real and true
Are only just for me
About the Creator
Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is a widow who enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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Comments (13)
Absolutely beautiful. I think the simplicity makes it all the more moving. Great poem ❤️✨
Windows are interesting things. When I lived in England I would look out of windows that were 600 years old, onto trees that were just a little younger, and would wonder - how many people have sat here? How many lives came and went as that tree grew? How many tears were shed, joys began, and lives made better by both the view and the moment of calm spent looking out that window? Nice poem 💚
Beautiful piece!
Congrats on TS! And I loved this, what a wonderful pastime!!! I would never stop watching!
Very nice! Congratulations!
Congratulations!! 🎊
Great poem about a window, love the symbolism.
Windows mean so much not only in life but also literature. What a wonderful subject for an ode. Lovely poem!
Beautiful. Well done and congrats on the TS
I loved the comforting feel of this poem. Well done! And congrats!
This is a wonderfully written poem. I could feel the calm that that window view brings to your soul. Very well done and congrats on the Top Story.
Beautifully written!!! It's a window to the world!!! Your own reality show looking out your window!!!❤️❤️💕
I would love to seat at your window 😊