The Bench
Under a Maple tree near the city park entrance,
sits a nondescript, weathered, plain old bench,
Hundreds have passed by and many to rest
Like mothers with toddlers tying up a loose lace,
Kissing scraped knees or wiping a face,
That old bench is a meeting place Tuesdays
for widows Mildred and Grace,
Who chat over lunch that they take turns to make,
discussing TV shows, world events,
pains and aches,
Then there are old Army pals Walter and Ray, who meet on Thursdays,
Checkers they'll play,
while reminiscing about those former glory days
Who would know a simple bench with such a history
of events?
A place where love began or love has ended,
Then again sometimes where hearts are mended,
But to most it will only be
An old bench near the city park entrance
Nancy Ellen Crossland
Under a Maple tree near the city park entrance,
sits a nondescript, weathered, plain old bench,
Hundreds have passed by and many to rest
Like mothers with toddlers tying up a loose lace,
Kissing scraped knees or wiping a face,
That old bench is a meeting place Tuesdays
for widows Mildred and Grace,
Who chat over lunch that they take turns to make,
discussing TV shows, world events,
pains and aches,
Then there are old Army pals Walter and Ray, who meet on Thursdays,
Checkers they'll play,
while reminiscing about those former glory days
Who would know a simple bench with such a history
of events?
A place where love began or love has ended,
Then again sometimes where hearts are mended,
But to most it will only be
An old bench near the city park entrance
Nancy Ellen Crossland
Beautiful ...and if it could talk... :-)))
ReplyDeleteOh yes, the stories it could tell! Thank you, Jonie! :)
ReplyDeleteyes, the beautiful old bench if it could only talk about bygones gone by. beautiful sweet poem about the old bench.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lorilynn! :)
ReplyDeleteSadly, I think such benches are going away. I hope I'm wrong.
ReplyDeletesuch tales it could tell.........beautiful post.
ReplyDeleteGreat contrast and textures in your photo. Very nice!
ReplyDeleteMontucky, I hope you're wrong, too! I love those old benches! Thank you for stopping by and commenting! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Neva! :)
Thank you, Mike! I really like how this turned out, too! :)
Made me smile and get all melancholic :) Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Giulia! :)
ReplyDeleteThose benches really do rekindle the memories alright. Great image and thought provoking poem makes a nice package.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Preston! :)
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