The Bench By The Brook

Do you remember it … That one late spring day, Solemn, where two could sit A place nearby, but far away It must be there still … All around was dense with green A steep hill, a small hill … A footbridge in-between Leading down into the nook A place both shaded and quiet, And the bench by the brook Sat there waiting by it … Along the floor of the wood A robin passed by as I recall, How I still wish that I could Come back here next fall.