The Bench
A lone wayfarer, searching eyes
Tired feet, looking for respite
A journey long, waves of heat
A bench then falls upon her sight.
It rests below a mighty tree
Placed by design for those who need
The wayfarer sees this paradise
Makes her way to the precious retreat
It too invites her with open arms
For a companion the bench too longs
It serves her all its comfort and shade
Until it’s time for her to move along
The bench then sees the wayfarer go
Much like the others had gone before
It wipes a tear and looks away
As another traveller comes its way.
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