From my Window
From the inside is where I am to stay,
looking out my window day by day,
watching the children play in the snow
and remembering the days from so long ago.
Winter-time was the season to go outside,
pick up my sled and go to the hills and slide.
But now all I do is watch through my window,
yearning for Spring-time to melt the dreaded snow
and get me out of the house so I can get up and go.
I wrote this for "The Belt and Beyond."
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