The view from my window is a bank of trees,
And kids on skateboards that skin their knees,
Of mums with shopping or on the school run,
Someone’s daughter, someone’s son,
The world slowly develops by subtle degrees…
The View
19 Wednesday Feb 2014
Posted in poetry
sometimes it is nice to just watch the world go by. When I had my candy shop and I had a couple of young ladies working for me, I would get them to watch the nose of each person as they walked by. There was a lot of foot traffic and I wanted them to become aware that every life is different just as every nose is different. I don’t know how well it worked but they did become aware that the world was moving around them.
J live watching the world go by…
Sort of like a reverse car ride. Instead of you moving past stationary scenery, you are stationary with the scenery passing you. Interesting perspectives all….
Thanks!