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


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