Andrew D. Anderson » Poetry » World Beyond the Windowsill

There lies a valley beyond a hill-
Or perhaps just beyond a windowsill-
Where the child watching the rain,
Can go and from worry refrain.

The dances of the droplet abundant-
The quiet sound never seems redundant.
And, though few and far between-
There is magic to be seen.

How very imaginative and full of thrill-
Is the world beyond the windowsill.