THROUGH MY OPEN WINDOW
Through my open window I can hear the rustling dance of the cottonwood’s leaves and the soft, soft whisper of a summertime breeze.A chorus of birds sings a happy song. Inviting me to listen, all day long. Tall green grass and gently rolling hills frame a tiny brook, where the water spills. Stately oak trees proudly stand and a winding little road boarders my land. A little piece of heaven, I know, sent with love through my open window.
—Mary Koeberl Rechenberg