The Chair

A lot's been said about poetry And what it has to give Your words can even bring to life An object that dosen't live Take a chair, for example What can really be said It carries us when we're tired? A recliner becomes our bed? A chair is so much more than that It's where we rock our kids It sends them to their world of dreams As they close their heavy lids It meets us on the porch each night As we wait for the evening's breeze It's where we cherish the autumn months As we watch the changing leaves It's something we can count on An old and familar friend It's where we count our blessings As our day comes to an end It's where Grandma told us stories And where her Bible was read She'd read aloud so all could hear Before we went to bed Poetry is what we feel inside And the words we decide to use It can even bring a chair to life Just by the words we choose