Harry Havens

Through my window,
A hazy memory,
Calls me back,
To relive my past.

Through my window,
I see myself play,
My first cricket game.
Now four years later,
I compete for Charlton Kings. 

Through my window, 
The world is foggy,
But my mind is clear.
Sport and walks in town,
Are my connection with friends.

Through my window,
Nature distracts,
From all the noise, 
But here in my bedroom,
The silence is pure.