Post by lagoonagreen on Feb 26, 2008 11:27:51 GMT -5
There is a bench in the park by the water's edge
It sits among the trees and just behind the hedge
I happened on it when out for my daily walk
I sat down to rest myself when it began to talk
At first I didn't know where the voice was coming from
Then I realized it was the bench and I felt very dumb
It told me all it's seen and heard for at least 100 years
I said please tell me all about it; for I am all ears
He said in the nineteen hundreds he first came to be
They sat him next to a real little tree
The tree and he would talk all day
About the all the things that came their way
As years went by the tree grew tall
The bench wasn't new anymore at all
Great pals the two came to be
Now the bench tells all and so does the tree
It were nigh unto a hundred year ago
And the tree nodded that was so
I was new. All kinds of people sat in my lap
And I was young for a tree and full of sap
All kinds of birds came to nest in me
Even when I was little ,explained the tree
Long dressed women with a bustle in back
Sat on me with guys named Jack
Their hats were adorned with feathers and flowers
So laden with stuff they had to have powers;
To keep that heavy stuff on their head
It's a wonder they all didn't wind up dead
And guys with hats that reached for the sky
Why did they have to have them so high?
Sometimes men slept on me all night
Mostly when with their wives they did fight
I listened intently with much delight
They spoke on and on and into the night
I missed my lunch and my supper too
But I listened as I was taught to do
They had a hundred years of stories from past to present
I listened from the first lady to the last gent
The last thing the bench told me as I prepared to go
I bent down to listen in the full moon glow
Was that when he was in his prime
He was beautifully varnished and shone like a dime
The years took their toll but he hadn't a clue
Why they ended up painting him BLUE.
Copyright © 2007 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)
It sits among the trees and just behind the hedge
I happened on it when out for my daily walk
I sat down to rest myself when it began to talk
At first I didn't know where the voice was coming from
Then I realized it was the bench and I felt very dumb
It told me all it's seen and heard for at least 100 years
I said please tell me all about it; for I am all ears
He said in the nineteen hundreds he first came to be
They sat him next to a real little tree
The tree and he would talk all day
About the all the things that came their way
As years went by the tree grew tall
The bench wasn't new anymore at all
Great pals the two came to be
Now the bench tells all and so does the tree
It were nigh unto a hundred year ago
And the tree nodded that was so
I was new. All kinds of people sat in my lap
And I was young for a tree and full of sap
All kinds of birds came to nest in me
Even when I was little ,explained the tree
Long dressed women with a bustle in back
Sat on me with guys named Jack
Their hats were adorned with feathers and flowers
So laden with stuff they had to have powers;
To keep that heavy stuff on their head
It's a wonder they all didn't wind up dead
And guys with hats that reached for the sky
Why did they have to have them so high?
Sometimes men slept on me all night
Mostly when with their wives they did fight
I listened intently with much delight
They spoke on and on and into the night
I missed my lunch and my supper too
But I listened as I was taught to do
They had a hundred years of stories from past to present
I listened from the first lady to the last gent
The last thing the bench told me as I prepared to go
I bent down to listen in the full moon glow
Was that when he was in his prime
He was beautifully varnished and shone like a dime
The years took their toll but he hadn't a clue
Why they ended up painting him BLUE.
Copyright © 2007 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)