Sad

Why do I look so wistfully from my window 
Across the fields and hedges to the far away hills. 
Why do I look for familiar scenes in the ditches and the clumps of trees. 
Like Daddy standing on our door step or Danny in his flagstoned yard. 
Are my thoughts the same as theirs? Does the familiar landscape conger the same memories in me as it did in them?
Twilight softly descends measuring the end of day and melancholy hints the passing of our days