A VIEW FROM A WINDOW YESTERDAY AND TODAY 
Brown, 

We looked from that window not quite fifty years ago and saw dark stone walls 
with paint-splashed snow clinging frozen to them.
That window today, deep  inside my mind, but not quite fifty years from then, 
looks out on to red-bricked looking glass, looking back, reflecting brown skinned 
rushing men, wearing bright clothing mirrored against white cloths on spray 
polished plastic wooden tables, AND sparkling stained antique-roadshow 
tupperware plates asleep on them.

But there are no pictures now from that past.  No warp or weft, no wisps  of smoke wisping to sepia skies.

Not through that window.

I would, I could, take myself back to the loved ones living in those days of cold stone walls and chimney stacks 

now I am alone.  BACK To love ones and memories then facts, as we gazed on scenes quite different On days now gone. 

Days when rain from white clouds would cry serenely, and meander across our vision. 
I task my mind to slide through childhood playgrounds surrounded by walls no 
longer there.
But then, in those playgrounds, no-one, not even I would see, what I alone, now 
see.
And, just like the time- robber 
I weep.                               p                                       HOME PAGE