View From My Window
Every Day Is Like Today
I wake up and smell a sprig of clovers.
It is spring, and school starts in an hour
only three weeks left to go.
I stretch and put on a pair of jeans and
a T-shirt.
When I go outside to retrieve
the newspaper-our dog,
Bobby, is asleep on the braided
rug with his name stitched
on the front-I see a
rainbow peeking out from behind
the clouds.
Mrs. Quart, our neighbor,
offers to drive me to work,
but I refuse. It is such a
nice day that I cannot
stay indoors. After all,
Mrs. Quart is ninety-nine years old and has
had two hip replacements.
Not to mention she is
blind as a bat.
Like a young lady, I courtesy
to the old woman, and skip
off to school with a lunch pail
in my hand, while she looks
on in utter astonishment.
It is spring, and school starts in an hour
only three weeks left to go.
I stretch and put on a pair of jeans and
a T-shirt.
When I go outside to retrieve
the newspaper-our dog,
Bobby, is asleep on the braided
rug with his name stitched
on the front-I see a
rainbow peeking out from behind
the clouds.
Mrs. Quart, our neighbor,
offers to drive me to work,
but I refuse. It is such a
nice day that I cannot
stay indoors. After all,
Mrs. Quart is ninety-nine years old and has
had two hip replacements.
Not to mention she is
blind as a bat.
Like a young lady, I courtesy
to the old woman, and skip
off to school with a lunch pail
in my hand, while she looks
on in utter astonishment.
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Every Day Is Like Today
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