I Love This Bench
I love this bench
It's where I sit
To think of words
And rhymes of wit
Passers by
And featherd friends
Conjure thoughts
That have no end
I close my eyes
And I could be
On city street
Or by the sea
A salty spray
Or buses stench
It matters not
I love this bench
Rockman :-)
Written for the Black Eyed Susan "On A Bench" contest.
Copyright © Rockman Pritts | Year Posted 2013
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