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
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