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"Daily poems from my hexagon shaped cabin overlooking a lovely trout pond"
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Published 8 years ago

From My Window

While the pond reflects the red and gold of the trees

along the shore,

and the slow clouds high above


across the still water,

I ask

who am I to ask for more?

And so I sit here at my desk with no order

and say to the silent air,

how blessed I am to be here

by this window,

in this chair.

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