Sunday, October 08, 2006

the bench
















Along the path strangers pass
A lone wooden bench, waiting, in the grass
In hopes someone will stop and rest
To take a break from their woodsy quest

Surrounded by trees and woods all around
Patiently listening, not hearing a sound
Of someone who is tired, who wants to sit down

So the bench continues to wait
In hopes of one day having a mate


~TDS

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Very nice poem Tim.
Mom

f1rststory said...

thanks

Anonymous said...

That is very nice. I like it too.
Mom 2