Outside My WindowA Poem by LSSReflectionsI lay there in the bed each night, I see the tree in nights dim light, I know the all is clearly right, cus I can see my tree.
I don't know why I see this tree, this tree is calling out to me, and telling me that all is free, and I can go to sleep.
Each day I start the climb that's steep, I play the game, I join the keep, I wrestle long in pits so deep, so I can go back home.
As I get there from days long roam, I feel the peace, turn off the phone, I settle down with some good tome, I end my daylight flight. © 2008 LSSAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on July 4, 2008 AuthorLSSSyracuse, NYAboutSome time ago, I decided to write a humorous short story to give my wife on our 25th anniversary. The words and illustrations seemed to flow from my memory and imagination, about those early days w.. more..Writing
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