The room has a carpet in two shades of green, <br />Its a place to be more, <br />much more, than is seen <br />Crystal splinters like glass light up hazel eyes. <br />Granny listens intently <br />to those seeming wise. <br /> <br />The room has one window, a rural scene. <br />Seasons constantly change, <br />like a slow motion screen. <br />She lives on her own but companions are near <br />they wander through daily <br />they chase away fear. <br /> <br />Her room has no door, not one she has noticed <br />just how they come in, <br />she has not the remotest <br />but people walk through at a leisurely pace <br />Everyone known to her <br />each precious face. <br /> <br />She dreams of her home on the outskirts of town, <br />A bridegroom. a grass stain, <br />on her new bridal gown. <br />Now her feet rest content on two shades of green <br />Chair facing the window <br />the slow motion screen. <br /> <br />copyright © Roan Feb.2009<br /><br />Ann Beard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-shades-of-green/
