From the inside through my window

On the horizon i see the ocean blue

The greenery of West Cliff

And the ruins of the castle too



I see the terraced houses

A variety of styles so very old

And on clear nights, the night sky

Shines bright with stars of gold



I glance above the rooftops

That lie before my eyes

A myriad of styles of chimney pots

That reach up for the skies



I stand back from my window

And see reflections in the glass

Of myself glancing outwards

As another day does pass



I see all the trees and flowers

Awash with colour and life

Their beauty always makes me smile

And the birdsong, as they thrive



And sometimes out of the darkness

Bright colours fills the skies

As fireworks reach out high in celebration

Leave sparkles in my eyes



So glancing out my window

And looking all around

I see and hear a myriad of things

From the sky down to the ground .