Poetry
Book 1: Bodie: Ghost Town of the High Sierra
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Shades of a Room
There is a chair In a room, Calm - Quiet - There is a window Letting the light Come in. I look out Seeing the bright day, Knowing all will be Okay. My room My chair, My window - My place Sharing my joys, My sorrows, My cares. I will always be there - With my chair, In my room With the window . . . that lets the light Come in. |