The Old Park Bench

Old park bench There's an old park bench at the Grove, Paint peeling since it's first lick back since… I forget, but it's been there a while: Graced many tired parents with its Omnipresence A well worn weapon Against tired legs presence. It gives a good view of the park you see Over to that old oak tree it in the middle of that field - you know the one Towering like a mountain To those young adventurers Who like to free climb it like I used to. (Without rope, sorry kid) I suppose the many scraped knees Against its rough bark Speak to a danger of strong breezes That ruffle fresh grown leaves Sprouting just like this generation. Up and up to the top. To shout an exhilarated yelp That we all hoped everyone could hear But now I suppose I sit on my rear And watch those brave young soldiers Come near: “Hey Grandad did you see that? “ “Sorry son, do it again- I'll really watch this time” - Dedicated to my grandfathers who have shown me unconditional love through every moment of my life -