Here you will find thePoemMy window pane is brokenof poet Lesbia Harford
My window pane is broken Just a bit Where the small curtain doesn't Cover it. And in the afternoon I like to lie And watch the pepper tree Against the sky. Pink berries and blue sky And leaves and sun Are very fair to rest One's eyes upon. And my tired feet are resting On the bed And there's a pillow under My tired head. Parties and balls and books I know are best But when I've finished work I like to rest.
