Home with a View
From The Past
February 17,2010
By: Rose Marie Rideout

Looking through the back door
Of the place we once called home,
At the beauty of the lighthouse,
Now sitting baren and alone.

I can still feel the breeze,
From the shore straight ahead,
And hear the whispers of the waves,
As I slip to dreamland in my bed.

The clouds fill my bedroom ceiling,
As the blue sky cast my dream,
Just like the baren lighthouse,
As the light for ships shine a beam

A beautiful painted picture,
Cast a dream alive and true ,
A vivid picture of the past,
Another life that we once knew.

Then I awake from my dream,
Of the view from outside my home,
With a smile  upon my memory,
Here in another time in life alone.