I’ve stood here in this one spot,
watching all the seasons change.
Sometimes I thought` I’d go mad
or at least, a bit derange.
The winter snow, five foot deep,
with Icicles hanging low.
I was so cold and frosted,
and that wasn't long ago.
Then spring sprung, into my view,
butterflies swirled on the breeze.
Tree's budded into bloom, their
blossoms fed the honey bees.
Barnyard fun on summer nights,
children playing in the loft,
Brand new kittens, six in all,
they were cuddly, cute and soft.
That brings us back to autumn,
time to ready for this cold.
Weatherizing would be nice,
for I fear I’m getting old.
I’ve wished for this each new year,
yet words are never spoken.
Hey… I need some maintenance,
before I’m cracked or broken.
Someday you may be sorry,
when frost, bites you on your ass.
But what do I really know!
For I’m just a pane of glass...
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)Other than that brilliant work and I had to read it twice to enjoy it more the second time!Thanks for sharing this marvellous piece and best of luck in the contest 
Great subject too
Belle
