Don Tidwell, Contemplation</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=25.htm>Don Tidwell</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Contemplation</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>From My Easy Chair, Looking Into My Backyard<br>I contemplate the bird house as it sits upon the table<br>And the carpenter who made them both, my son who is so able.<br>I contemplate the walnut tree, the roses and the lawn; <br>I contemplate my many years, and wonder where theyv'e gone.<br>I contemplate the hummingbirds and marvel at their being.<br>I contemplate the pleasure of enjoying what I'm seeing.<br>I contemplate the fleecy clouds <br>That shade the summer sun...<br>I contemplate..... and contemplate...<br>And nothing else gets done !! </b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>