Window Poem

Window Poem

I see the dog across the street, held by a shock collar. It is content in it's small world.

I see brown shingles, overlapping each other other like waves in a sandpaper ocean.

The sky is a mixture of pink and orange hues.

I always feel strong when I am here.

I see leaves dance to the ground from the tree in my yard.

The water tower extends over the treeline, and I desperately want to climb it.
I long to see bigger and greater things from a new point of view.