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 -
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