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:
Very nice poem Tim.
Mom
thanks
That is very nice. I like it too.
Mom 2
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