View From My Window
Footprints In the Snow
I walk in a winter wonderland;
there is no one else for miles.
A deer looks at me curiously from
behind a tree, I see my face on the
surface of a pond. The sun has not
shone for days, we haven’t gone back
to civilization
.
I wheel a wheelbarrow down the trail,
and pick up logs that have fallen
over by the wind. The sky darkens
quickly; it is only one p.m.
I hurry home and build a nice roaring
fire, then curl up by
the fireplace to read
a good book.
there is no one else for miles.
A deer looks at me curiously from
behind a tree, I see my face on the
surface of a pond. The sun has not
shone for days, we haven’t gone back
to civilization
.
I wheel a wheelbarrow down the trail,
and pick up logs that have fallen
over by the wind. The sky darkens
quickly; it is only one p.m.
I hurry home and build a nice roaring
fire, then curl up by
the fireplace to read
a good book.
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Footprints In the Snow
Footprints In the Snow
