Looking Out My Window Poem by Robert Edmondson

Looking out my window, watching

People, multitudes of people

pass by going on to destinies

unknown to me.



Looking out my window, feeling

Nature, still struggling

to maintain balance

as the rain pounds against

my window.



Looking out my window, wondering

Where have all the gentle times gone?

the police car screams by

too much violence in this world.



Looking out my window, gazing

I see all that transpires

in the glistening spider's web.



Looking out my window, seeing

the spider dance 'round

always working to keep its

world from ripping away

in the rain of the evening.