My Retreat
A wooden bench in the park across the street
A play toy for many park inhabitants
Sparrows always wait there, hoping for a treat
Melodies they share are the loveliest chants
I regard this bench as a private retreat
To some it might not seem like much at first glance
But magic happens there when with pen in hand
I find myself traveling to a new land
Copyright © Diane Locksley | Year Posted 2019
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