Amy Childs

(Beaminster, Dorset)

Looking Through My Window - Poem by Amy Childs

Many a long hour I sit in my chair
The window open to left in Gods good
It's a picturesque view for all to see
Especially the lovely tall ash tree
In the spring it was late starting to sprout
But at last the buds just opened out
Now it is standing majestic and tall
Covered in green leaves, from which the birds call
I watch it each day in the breeze blowing
Without human aid it simply keeps growing
Telling us God's help is always there
For everyone who really care
So look out of you window, all day long
Then you will feel like singing a song
Of thanks and praise for the one above
Giving us every thing, especially his love.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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