Bench of Memories

There's a bench at the high school where I graduated The wood is cracked, chipped and all weather faded But in its prime, there each morning faces smiled hello greetings And was always the agreed upon place, for after school meetings Many then, lovers initials are carved upon her wood Though young love didn't last like we thought it could Also, many peace signs and let's stop Vietnam Even, one I love John Denver and a, I rule at pac man Under her bottom is petrified gum of every flavor Stuck there, because gum in class was considered bad behavior Like some people need but one name to be known The Bench, was like a city of its very own.... ©Donna Jones Originally posted 3-19-2013, On A Bench Contest