Wooden Bench

Wooden Bench

A Poem by dexlinx

Lonely wooden bench
no use you get.
so what then your purpose
in this country yard?

To keep the tree company
under which you patiently sit?

or perhaps a place
for the bees to rest.
your wooden arms
for the breeze to caress?

something for the sun to wear
fading you
with it's long summer stare.

© 2013 dexlinx


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As I read this...I feel you're look at this wooden bench from a distance...the reflective is enhanced in the lines...and yet in its loneliness you give it life and purpose...

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Added on September 10, 2013
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dexlinx
dexlinx

Eugene, OR



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