Nima One Summer Day 1967

Summer was coming over the hills,

the sky was a bright blue 

with dabs of white clouds,

created seemingly 

by children 

with innocent brushes.

She sighed at the sight,

the view from the window

was just that a view

she could see 

but not go out in. 

The charge nurse came in

red-faced with heat

and she asked him if 

she could go 

out in the grounds

to which he said no. 

She stood at the window

wishing she could go,

but she never did;

remained behind the high walls,

listening to the birds sing,

and their flight of

high rises and low falls.