An open window to me,
Stands for what is free.

Of breeze on your bare feet,
Or take by the window a quiet seat.

'Tis free, it 'tis; nothing to pay,
Of moonlight by night or sunshine by day.

It's a quiet safety, untrespassed;
At night, no intruders, 'tis peace at last.

A weary head resting on a pillow,
Is soothed by whispering grasses, so mellow.

Yes, it's free to partake of, my friend,
These are simple joys end on end.

Of the crikett's song, of cattle lowing,
Of twittering birds and of frogs croaking.

There is no toll to pay for these,
They come free and sweetly as the breeze.

Wind, breeze, natures sounds;
They wrap me warmly all around.

Sunshine, moonlight, or only starlight,
For free, my friend, can you find such a sight?

Now, you may think that my outlook is strange,
And you may think my view out of range,

... but still

An open window to me,
Stands for what is free.

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[Something totally random/weird by my brother Grant and I]

~Integrity~

Oooh! A gas can!
Stop.
Pick up gas can.
Rev engine.
Zoom away.
Feel Guilty.
Stop.
Put back gas can.
Rev engine.
Zoom away.
Feel better.

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