Different View.
I sat there in the window
Looking down below
At the cobbles in the courtyard
Dusted white with snow.
The scene was very peaceful
The air was very cold.
The lights from the windows opposite
In the darkness stood out bold.
I sat there in the window
In the evening without light.
I wished I were a grown-up
And could go out in the night.
I stood there in the courtyard
The cobbles wet with snow
The windows all around me
Had a welcome glow.
I stood there in the darkness
Wondering which way to go.
People hurried past me
Keeping their gazes low.
The night was very silent
The air so very cold.
I wish I were a child again
And had a hand to hold.
Written by Bridget Rochard.
‘Different View’ was quoted in part in Marcia’s book ‘Forgotten Laughter’.