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MyWindow — Sat, 04 May 2013 09:36:42 +0000

Looking out across a cloudless sky

Treetops glisten in the morning sun

And their leaves whisper-why?

A breeze catches me unaware,

As you once did-standing there,

No smile, no frown

Questions were asked , as you often did

With no answers, nonw were hid.

There were no reasons, no quantifying

Just remorse, shame and lying

To escape the life that held me so

And to be free to go.

Maria Parkhouse

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MyWindow — Sat, 04 May 2013 09:29:46 +0000

I can see the trees from the window and the cars the motorways, grass snow and many many things like traffic lights fields rocks planes. The beautiful sky stares at the tree.

I can see colours in the sky loveky different colours.

Yohama

Fireworks

MyWindow — Sat, 04 May 2013 09:24:27 +0000

Fireworks, fireworks outside my window. There are red ones, blue ones, yellow and green ones shooting into the air. From time gone by children celebrate the fireworks bursting into the air. There’s a street party outside my window. Food, drink and loud music with some fireworks to blow the audience away. Fireworks, fireworks outside my window.

Mark Masara

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MyWindow — Wed, 10 Apr 2013 09:33:00 +0000

I can’t see out of my window because I can’t see through these tears from being so cold I have to wear my coat to bed because I can’t afford to use the heating. I can’t see through these tears of not being able to afford the £50 rise in my rent, and of not wanting to have to work even harder cleaning pots and floors in the restaurant kitchen just to give my minimum wage to my landlord. I can’t see from my window because I am too tired of this life to lift my head up, and I can no longer see its colours or a future.

Paul, 43

Out Of My Window

MyWindow — Wed, 10 Apr 2013 09:23:57 +0000

The click of camera, loud in the silence. People sway slightly in the breeze. A murmur passes between open lips. Loud as a jet engine in the silence. A teacher turns, scowling, and faces the child. The child, his face bleak and cold, eyes the teacher. The child frowns, opened his mouth as if to say something and shuts it quickly again after a menacing look appears in the teachers eyes. The child frowns again, as if concentrating on something, and looks away, retreating into the darkness of his mind.

Everyone turns, looking round them. Everyone, exactly the same, stares blankly ahead of them. Into the emptiness in front, the nothingness of the silence, so loud it seemed. No movement broke the stillness save for the cameraman’s hand. CLICK! The shutter sounds. A sigh of relief sweeps over the crowd like a wave. Tensed shoulders are released and people, holding their breath unconsciously, exhale thankfully. People turn to look at one another and smile for the first time in what seemed like a century. Muscles relax and immediately, a man is shouting things, magnified immensely by the oversized megaphone but no one is really listening, everyone is just glad it is over. It is over. It felt good to roll those words around my mouth. It felt good to think and ponder, without heed, and to mull over those words slowly. It was over but looking through the window I couldn’t help wondering when they’d be back…

Cuba Litterick

Living in an urban area..

MyWindow — Mon, 08 Apr 2013 09:51:11 +0000

Living in an urban area such as Lewisham, human beings need all the views of the sky, trees and open spaces they can get. I love coming downstairs in the early morning as my front room window is framed by green rose bushes, window basket, tall perenials, wonderful flowers. I see no cars and opposite are hedges and a tree. On to the dining room and kitchen, where windows are framed by green baskets, tubs full of potting plants and colour, bronze, yellow, green shrubs all laid out like a painting. I organised this for my benefit. Others benefit from my front garden as do insects, bees, butterflies and what birds are left. I am blotting out ugly, mis-matched cottage extensions and creeping kitchen extensions and decking which gobble up that land we have. Development is gobbling up light, air, space. It is no good for any of us.

Patricia Richardson

Big Sky Blue

MyWindow — Mon, 08 Apr 2013 09:30:44 +0000

Big sky blue but sometimes gold, as the sun rises and warms our garden. Birds aflutter, chased by our pet, shrubs shimmering green contrasting my wife’s floweres.

A moment of peace and comforting pleasure swells the good feeling of being alive.

It may only be temporary for there are chores to be done, and reality must be faced by us all. But the moment is mine and sets me up fine.

Peter Richardson

The Fields of Ladywell

MyWindow — Mon, 17 Dec 2012 14:23:54 +0000

My favourite view of Lewisham has to be Ladywell Fields. It stretches far and wide. The Ravensbourne river runs through the park and it is a great plce for walking and cycling. There is also a small cafe where people can eat and drink at their own convenience. The fresh air and ambience has to be admired.

If you walk through the park you may be likely to come across squirrels, birds of many sorts and trees which are hardly ever seen in the woods, plus dogs and cats of many breeds. There is also an area for children to play. This playgroup consists of many devices which children can use and in a sense they are learning many things which both parents and children can partake in. Also there is a skateboard area which many people particularly teenagers can use.

The park is currently in the process of being renovated so there will be many extra constructions which will develop in the future. Nearby there is an athletics track which is used to host many events. I myself have run many times when I was younger in my school days.

Last but not least the park gives a sense of relaxation if you want to get away from the smoke and fumes of the town environment. In the spring and summer it provides a peaceful respite.

Fireworks Fireworks

MyWindow — Mon, 12 Nov 2012 10:27:10 +0000

Fireworks, fireworks green and blue,

Very special, just for you.

They can be dangerous if you go near,

Make sure that the coast is clear

Daddy checks that it is stuck in the dirt,

If it isn’t someone will get hurt.

Fireworks, fireworks very colourful,

Loud sparks, definitely beautiful

WHIZZ! BANG! CRASH! POP,

Lots of noise, don’t let it stop

As the rocket shoots to the sky

Oh no! My cat starts to cry

D Marshall (8 years)

Catford

I returned to my home, like a garden gnome

MyWindow — Mon, 29 Oct 2012 10:53:16 +0000

I returned to my home, like a garden gnome, from Sidcup I am from , and I have come a long way. I wake up every day with a feeling of purpose. No longer ‘helpless’ I am filled with glee, my soul flying free. In Lewisham I will stay. The sense of community is ‘love’ spread for sure, my soul is pure and no more negativity taking over. I am a four leaf clover. Making the most from having nothing. I bring you happiness and it makes my day, LOVE and PEACE.

Lis Reynolds