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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
I never get tired of your poetry, Bob. Thanks!
Quite a few years ago, my sister sent me a small volume of the most popular poems by the most well-known poets. I drag it out periodically, thumb through it, and try to find a poem to fit my moods. You have a knack of posting poems I didn’t know I needed to read. So thank you again, Bob!
Great poem Bob.