Outside My Window Poem by Curtis Johnson

Outside My Window
By Curtis Johnson

Staring at me up a slight hill, from my front window, there is a cul-de-sac.
Outside my back window, over the road and embankment, is a railroad track.
I am most proud of my little bird feeder that helps humming birds stay on tract.
The road is a rather busy one between my fence and the railroad embankment.
And there are a few trees lining the roadside, but making a quiet statement.
It’s the statement that simply says, “We are here, helping to fight the erosion.
There are five trees consisting of a fruitless mulberry which provides lots of shade but hinders my views of the sun sets. There is a young Rose of Sharon which I am certain will draw me closer to God.
In addition, there are three fruit baring trees; One’s an orange; there's a lemon, and the other a plum.
From another side of my home, there is absolutely nothing to see except my interior wall.
My home of few windows affords me but one other view of a neighbor’s property, and that is all.
O pardon me, I overlooked the view from a bedroom window. It’s my garden of vegetable treats.
And in addition, there are two tall palm trees and several other trees from which I can pull a peach. Lastly, from my back window I am treated with the goings and comings of squirrels which seems to never get enough of the nuts and seeds.
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