Looking out my window, watching <br /> <br />People, multitudes of people <br /> <br />pass by going on to destinies <br /> <br />unknown to me. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Looking out my window, feeling <br /> <br />Nature, still struggling <br /> <br />to maintain balance <br /> <br />as the rain pounds against <br /> <br />my window. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Looking out my window, wondering <br /> <br />Where have all the gentle times gone? <br /> <br />the police car screams by <br /> <br />too much violence in this world. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Looking out my window, gazing <br /> <br />I see all that transpires <br /> <br />in the glistening spider's web. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Looking out my window, seeing <br /> <br />the spider dance 'round <br /> <br />always working to keep its <br /> <br />world from ripping away <br /> <br />in the rain of the evening.<br /><br />Robert Edmondson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-out-my-window/
