{"id":569,"date":"2012-12-09T19:07:52","date_gmt":"2012-12-10T00:07:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/michaelsnyder.us\/?p=569"},"modified":"2016-08-21T10:09:03","modified_gmt":"2016-08-21T14:09:03","slug":"the-window","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/michaelsnyder.us\/?p=569","title":{"rendered":"The Window"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The Window<\/strong><\/p>\n

By Michael Snyder
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

The first day I saw the window it beckoned me: \u201csit here\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n

White wooden frame, glass wavy with its age.<\/strong><\/p>\n

As I sat, the view pulled me<\/strong><\/p>\n

into a time past and present.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Write me a poem.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Outside the window the elder Oak tree welcomes<\/strong><\/p>\n

my gaze. Leaves in shades of light and dark green<\/strong><\/p>\n

bouncing in sunlight, waving with a breeze,<\/strong><\/p>\n

swaying with mesmerizing motion.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0Dance with me.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Below, the red brick drive recalls a time long gone<\/strong><\/p>\n

as a new BMW, ignoring the STOP sign, drives on.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Students of all ages and nationalities pass by, smiling,<\/strong><\/p>\n

laughing and bustling in the sunlight.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Walk with me.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

The quiet images flicker like silent movies of yesterday.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The soundtrack is Silence, the unspoken language.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0Leaves dance, cars drive, people walk<\/strong><\/p>\n

in silence. I can hear it whispering:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Listen with me.<\/em>
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I cannot smell the gardenia\u2019s sweet scent, nor<\/strong><\/p>\n

the night blooming jasmine\u2019s fragrance filling the twilight<\/strong><\/p>\n

air, signaling the impending sunset. Light begins<\/strong><\/p>\n

to fade, colors change to red and orange on the leaves.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Savor with me.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Through the looking glass are ladies in Victorian dresses,<\/strong><\/p>\n

men in top hats and coats. Trains in the distance, boats<\/strong><\/p>\n

on the river, horses and carriages on the brick drive.<\/strong><\/p>\n

This window sees it all.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Watch with me.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

How many students sat where I now dream?<\/strong><\/p>\n

What memories do they hold? Class is ending,<\/strong><\/p>\n

the sun has set. I now write my poem,<\/strong><\/p>\n

looking through the window as it softly says:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Remember.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The Window By Michael Snyder \u00a0 The first day I saw the window it beckoned me: \u201csit here\u201d. White wooden frame, glass wavy with its age. As I sat, the view pulled me into a time past and present. Write me a poem. \u00a0 Outside the window the elder Oak tree welcomes my gaze. Leaves … Continue reading “The Window”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-569","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelsnyder.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/569","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelsnyder.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelsnyder.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelsnyder.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelsnyder.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=569"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/michaelsnyder.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/569\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":647,"href":"https:\/\/michaelsnyder.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/569\/revisions\/647"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelsnyder.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=569"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelsnyder.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=569"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelsnyder.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=569"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}