Tuesday, March 10, 2015

The Lonely Bench

The Lonely Bench

The lonely bench waited 
The lonely bench waited by the great big tree.

The lonely bench waited
all week in the silent woods.

The lonely bench waited
as dust gathered and leaves fell.

The lonely bench waited
as a deer passed by

The lonely bench waited
till the old folk returned and the children did climb.

The lonely bench waited
till the people went home and the forest was silent again.


The Lonely Bench
By Grandma C


4 comments:

  1. I like poetry inspired by a photograph. They go together so nicely.

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  2. What a lovely but sad poem. I would have sat there on the lonely old bench and enjoyed the sun. : )

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  3. i love lonely benches because it means there are no people there to interfere with ME.. beautiful shot and words

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  4. Thanks, Grandma C! A very bright surprise for our first rainy day in quite a while!

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