The Park BenchA Poem by beancountersarI was originally going to make this a long, rather deep poem, but the Muse had different ideas. Tell me how I might improve it.The Park Bench Whirlwind of leaves brown and red Backdrop of mounds and bushes and broad-leaf trees Sunrays prevailing through gray curtains above And pigeons hover nearby, riding on a soft breeze. There it sits, the old park bench With peeling paint, a bit of rust and battered plank or two; Its purpose simple, its task divine and soothing, Yes, it awaits as steady as the Sun tarries to make each day anew. The stories it knows and travels taken; Tales of yesterday, and the unspoken sorrow of hearts chained Have worn the old bench with cracks and warps Lovers, loners and friends are gone but the love still remains.
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4 Reviews Added on October 17, 2008 AuthorbeancountersarKSAboutHi and welcome to my writer's page. I am a novice writer of poems, ideas and stories. My day job being a CPA in Kansas. I have many interests such as sports, politics, human behavior, jogging, and o.. more..Writing
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