Inspiration came while sitting in a park looking at a bench
When I stepped out that day
The trees imploring for silence
As the wind made them sway
The bees were busy at their work
With that all familiar buzz
And some seeds were lofting in the breeze
(The ones that look like fuzz)
The creek murmured in the back
Adding it's peaceful sound
And bird's singing filled the air
Seeming to come from all around
And amongst all this I saw it there
Sitting all alone
And old park bench painted green
In its all natural home
The paint was old and flaking
It had been painted many times
Yet the wood was strong and sturdy
Being made of the best pine
It seemed nature had absorbed it
Making the bench it's own
It almost didn't look like a bench at all
For plants 'or it had grown
You could tell this bench had memories
People had used it well
For on a tree there was a heart
And below "I'll never tell"
But now neglected and unused
Showing how past had been
I stepped up to take a seat
To relive those times again
As the memories came rushing back
Some good and some bad
I thought of things I didn't do
And how I wished I had
Now sitting there on that old bench
I made a new resolve
To make the most of opportunities
And some of my problems solve
So jumping up, feeling refreshed
I continued on my way
But I will not, cannot, won't forget
What happened on this day
I thought about how that old bench
Had stuck with me; thick and thin
When suddenly and idea struck
And I ran back on a whim
I cleaned that bench and painted it
Restoring it to new
So its legacy could continue on
To help a privileged few
Now new memories can be formed there
Now as in the past
And will always be remembered well
Through memories held fast
Poetry by Michael G
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Written on 2006-08-29 at 21:59
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Memories of Natures Old Park Bench
The sun was frolicking through the grassWhen I stepped out that day
The trees imploring for silence
As the wind made them sway
The bees were busy at their work
With that all familiar buzz
And some seeds were lofting in the breeze
(The ones that look like fuzz)
The creek murmured in the back
Adding it's peaceful sound
And bird's singing filled the air
Seeming to come from all around
And amongst all this I saw it there
Sitting all alone
And old park bench painted green
In its all natural home
The paint was old and flaking
It had been painted many times
Yet the wood was strong and sturdy
Being made of the best pine
It seemed nature had absorbed it
Making the bench it's own
It almost didn't look like a bench at all
For plants 'or it had grown
You could tell this bench had memories
People had used it well
For on a tree there was a heart
And below "I'll never tell"
But now neglected and unused
Showing how past had been
I stepped up to take a seat
To relive those times again
As the memories came rushing back
Some good and some bad
I thought of things I didn't do
And how I wished I had
Now sitting there on that old bench
I made a new resolve
To make the most of opportunities
And some of my problems solve
So jumping up, feeling refreshed
I continued on my way
But I will not, cannot, won't forget
What happened on this day
I thought about how that old bench
Had stuck with me; thick and thin
When suddenly and idea struck
And I ran back on a whim
I cleaned that bench and painted it
Restoring it to new
So its legacy could continue on
To help a privileged few
Now new memories can be formed there
Now as in the past
And will always be remembered well
Through memories held fast
Poetry by Michael G
Read 893 times
Written on 2006-08-29 at 21:59
Tags Nature Philosophy
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