As I look out my window
on this warm sunny day,

I see a big oak tree
creating lots of shade.

Just past that a two-lane road where
the 18 wheelers never move slow.

When I look to my left
I see a bright green garden,

And my grandma's house
where I visit quite often.

I smell fresh cut grass
and honeysuckle vines,

And off in the distance
I hear a train whistle wine.

I see a black-orange snake
crawl through the grass,

On his way home to
his den at last.