Glancing out my window
Tall, majestic tree
Dancing in the wind
Bending in the breeze
Memories of childhood
Lying on the grass
Noisy, rustling leaves
Clouds drifting past
Days at the pond
Water sparkling bright
Evenings in the neighborhood
Running in the night
Longing for my past
And wishing things the same
But the view out my window
Is all that remains
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"I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung." ~ Rabindranath Tagore
- bard
- A mixture of poet and musician, warrior and philosopher, the bard, having grown weary of trying to find his place in the modern world, retired to the Lonely Bard Inn to contemplate his future. He is often seen drinking or writing alone (a personification of the inn itself), but from time to time he joins in the festivities that are always to be found in the pub. On occasion he even shares a poem or song with the sympathetic patrons, who are usually eager for new forms of amusement.
And that too will change, given time, and perspective. Maggs
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