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Out My Door
I sit and look from out my door,
And ask myself, " Is there some more?"
My vacant gaze and pensive mood
Leaves no thought for thirst or food.
The tall green trees, the ash blue skies
The moving clouds as a whole day dies,
The chirp of birds, and caws of crows
The fragrance of a flower that grows.
A sudden thought, " How came I here?"
I'm home off course, so cool it dear,
Enjoy the bliss of solitude
As long as no one can intrude.
A passing Hi! ,the honk of a horn
I just sit back to enjoy the morn.
The gentle breeze, the patter of rain
I close the door to open it again.
The silence then brings back to me
The wonder of God's make I see
I'm happy here, a part of the fold
Its more to me than silver or gold.
© Joshua Rodrigues
And ask myself, " Is there some more?"
My vacant gaze and pensive mood
Leaves no thought for thirst or food.
The tall green trees, the ash blue skies
The moving clouds as a whole day dies,
The chirp of birds, and caws of crows
The fragrance of a flower that grows.
A sudden thought, " How came I here?"
I'm home off course, so cool it dear,
Enjoy the bliss of solitude
As long as no one can intrude.
A passing Hi! ,the honk of a horn
I just sit back to enjoy the morn.
The gentle breeze, the patter of rain
I close the door to open it again.
The silence then brings back to me
The wonder of God's make I see
I'm happy here, a part of the fold
Its more to me than silver or gold.
© Joshua Rodrigues
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