As I Look Out The Back Window Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Enjoying A moment, where I use to stare, and dream, everyday,
A perfect view, pf mother nature, From the slow flowing, water,
Heading south, in the creek, to the leaves, on tall swaying trees,
as they wave at me.

As I look out the window, of my Junction City home,
Now A beautiful scene, remembering back, three decades ago,
A swampy mess, many weeds and trees, I cleared and shaped,
With caring maintenance, now resembles, A par three,
Golf course fairway, and green.

No homes, buildings, civilization, or bright colorful signs,
A natural paradise, for roaming deer, foxes, racoons,
With many other creatures, feeling free no binds,
Peaceful, relaxing, to air out my own mind,
Where everything seems to have A slower pace, even time.


Tom Maxwell copyright 8/26/2019 A.D.1: 01 AM