Would it still be there, the picture window?
Overlooking the lake as it always had.
Where we as children once played
Building castles in imported sand;
Boating in the bay and – sometimes
Swimming out to Turtle Island.
The picture in my mind remains.
Four children, at home, marching in WW2
Bearing our national flags, the Union Jack and Uncle Sam.
Far from the scene of war,
On which the window cannot look
There is no picture window now.