From My Hospital Window

• I can see a blue patch of sky
  And the tops of green trees
  The gray roof of a house
  With a nest under the eaves.
  
  I can see a green vine
  Trailing the window screen,
  A worm crawling upon it
  Which turns from brown to green.
  
  Across, in the distance,
  I see a chimney red,
  Today, ‘twas an airplane,
  I saw from my bed.
  
  At night, there are the stars
  O’er head, shining bright,
  And a young golden moon
  To give us light.
  
  These are the sights that I see,
  But the sounds give me fright,
  ‘Tis of life, coming and going,
  All through the long night.
  
  M.E.V. 1929