[JustAmy]

January 3, 2012



Graphic by Billie

Outside In

No matter how snug your cabin,
There’s one thing you still must do.
Build it right, and chink it tight,
And always leave a view.

A ball and inevitable chain,
A sense of discomfort you’ve kept away,
As seen through your own windowpane.

The best room is always the one where you live,
And the fireplace makes it so warm,
But you must have a window to see the outside,
As you all snuggle safe from the storm.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . March 2, 2005
© 2005 - 2012

[JustAmy]

Thank you for the wonderful birthday greetings. I appreciate them and you.

If I had planned to forget my birthdays, I should have removed my name from your lists. :)

Thank you for all you do.

[left that other site]

Twisted Tuesday!

Lifting Up Prayers For the Iowa Caucus Today! May it be the Beginning of the End for the Obama Regime! }:-)>



ML/LTOS
(El Kabong)

[MEG33]

Thank You Amy and Bob!

I love a fireplace on a cold day and a view every day!
There's no place like home.

[oldteen]

~Enjoy A Wonderful Day~

[Diver Dave]

Happy Birthday, Amy!!!

[oldteen]

Very nice!

Thank you!

A window is an absolute necessity EVERY day! :)

[NicknamedBob]

It looks as though there may have been a minor glitch with my poem that Amy posted earlier. The fifth line of the poem disappeared into the internet vapor.

Here's the way it should read:

Outside In

No matter how snug your cabin,
There’s one thing you still must do.
Build it right, and chink it tight,
And always leave a view.

All of our comforts come with a price,
A ball and inevitable chain,
A sense of discomfort you’ve kept away,
As seen through your own windowpane.

The best room is always the one where you live,
And the fireplace makes it so warm,
But you must have a window to see the outside,
As you all snuggle safe from the storm.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . March 2, 2005

Now, to help make up for this little glitch, here's a different version of essentially the same poetic concept:

The Cabin Window

No matter how rude the cabin,
The window will face to the scene,
Of Winter's fresh carpet of glory,
Or Summer's lush meadow of green.

The window's a part of the inside,
It makes the insidedness right.
For it shows what you're trying to keep away,
The storms, and the bumps in the night!

Like a magnet that has both a north and a south,
Our comforts align the same way.
While you stare at your pleasant warm fire,
The window will show the cold day.

For while your feet are in slippers,
As you snuggle down all of your toes,
The window displays the rain and the wind,
As a lullaby helping you doze.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . December 4, 2006

So why would I write the same poem twice? Well, one day I was looking for one of them, and I couldn't remember the title. So rather than waste a lot of time looking for it, I simply wrote another poem to take its place.

Don't we all do that?