The Little House In The Pane by Dennis Lange

 
The Little House In The Pane

What is it out your window waits,
   On which you fondly gaze,
With eyes that see it in the yard,
   Or through the future’s haze? 

While standing there at windowsill,
   What’s in your silent stare?
What draws you like a distant drum
   Whose throbbing fills the air? 

You’re mulling when to venture forth,
   On what to set your sights,
What’s offered in the world for you
   Beneath the starry nights.    

In all this wide world’s vast array
   Of splendors, charms, and themes,
Make certain you don’t settle for
   Big windows, little dreams.

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photo by Laura Shreck at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mEtDhKK/Western+Colorado

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

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