I look out my window,
My eye duth meet,
The neatly filed houses of Glover Street.
Looking further I see the shell,
The petrol station and it’s fumy smell.
I look out my window,
My eye duth meet,
Birds flying above, look down and say “tweet”.
I look out my window,
My eye duth see,
A little brown bird, perched on our tree.
People look out of there window and they duth see,
In the near-by houses, they see the same as me.
In Paris, they see the Eiffel tower,
People in and out, more by the hour.
So look out your window and what might you see?
You might see the world and all its beauty.
This is about your talent and the ability to ryme and comunicate and to inspire thought, Thoughtful piece
A beautiful imagery and nice observation you have here PHIL...repeatition of words made sense and finely put...Thanks...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece, but watch your lines and don't put more words in than is needed. Could do a bit of 'spelling check' before you post onto the site too. This is good advice, not criticism. I like your style. I enjoyed the read a lot. Love Ernestine XXX