The Old Wooden Bench
The old wooden bench with the high back
Carefully covered with a soft cushion
Drew her to come, sit, enjoy this morn's slack
And view the fog as it covered Orion
The bench held her in its arms many days
Her books and glasses felt comfortable lying there
On afternoons a scented shawl thrown blase'
He would visit her each day his life share
Today her scent lingered, her glasses lay
Nowhere was she seen; small footsteps led away
In his heart alarm bells rang with dismay
Rain pours 'pon the old bench_ grief display
If only he had not kept her confined
And let her spirit with his freely align
Finis'_
Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Contest: On A Bench
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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