Through my Window
Morning comes in through my window
making shadows on my wall
I can see the roses waving
I can hear the magpies call
In the street the dogs are barking
busy people start their day
I stay wrapped within my doona
till it’s time for me to play
Morning comes in through my window
beams of sunlight make me smile
Mummy’s calling me to breakfast
‘In a while, Mum. In a while’
Then I smell the crispy bacon,
maple syrup, pancakes, more.
Morning comes in through my window,
I go racing out the door.
Allan Cropper
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #6
I enjoyed your poem today Alan.
A very evocative poem. I could smell the bacon myself. Well done.