As I Sit Beside the Window...

It was a rainy day and I didn't have anything to do, so I sat beside our window. I enjoyed looking at the people with umbrellas. It made the street look colorful. So here's a poem I made. Pardon me if it's not one of those romantic poems. I made it for the children.


The sky looked livid with shades of faded gray
As the clouds shed tears on this gloomy day.
But though the sun shines not on this summer morning
People still go out, still hard-a-working.

I sit beside the window made from the wood of a willow
Looking at the raindrops fall.
Then my sight was caught by this old widow
With a broken umbrella and all.

Still more folks came passing by
With umbrellas of different sorts.
The designs were all colorful, but one was hard to explain.
There was even a 'brella that looked like a lion's mane.

My eyes were then turned to our very old tree,
Which has always been there for all eyes to see.
It looked brilliant compared to the things I saw below,
As I sit beside the window made from the wood of a willow.