Through the WindowA Poem by Tacie
Through the window is… A class full of laughter, and screaming entertainment. That is until you start to dream, start to daydream The students turn into frog princes and damsels in distress The desks turn into a raging sea, the clouds dark and menacing Books transform before your eyes into bats swarming up from a dark ominous pit a hundred yards away from you.
But, the student in the desk closest by sees instead of princes in disguise, Monsters and Aliens, proving the window is not the same to all. The view out the window takes on the feel of the adventures of your imagination. The script is your mind as it wanders into whatever the day may bring. Through the window I see a pathway to my imagination. © 2009 TacieAuthor's Note
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Added on May 5, 2009 Last Updated on May 5, 2009 Author
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