Upon this old familiar bench
From which I've spent a time or two,
Just gazing at the sky above
And watching chestnut trees,
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This is delightful Andrew, I could picture it all by your wonderful imagery. Good rhythm and flow, and a super read. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Andrew, this really is a lovely and reflective poem. The moments you describe feed our soul with natures love. To quote ' What is this life if, full of care, / We have no time to stand and stare'. So we can in our solitude: - For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. Most people can quote the first verse of Wordsworths daffodils, but I love the last stanza as it is the real reason for the poem. Solitude would have been a better title, but then perhaps nobody would have heard of it. I thought your poem was just as beautiful and have taken a copy to read again. regards Bob
I felt as though I too was sitting on the bench, so good is the magery in this poem, its good to sit and watch the world go by, 10 Lynda xx
Andrew, this really hit my heart, as I too love to sit and ponder about a place so near and dear in my heart. Your imagery is so filled with contentment, that it leaves the reader with such a tranquil feeling.... I too have a bench from my youth, and it will remain in my heart for always...... Excellent my friend! !
Andrew..do you know about my special bench, sounds as if you were talking about the very place where I have often sat, , It's at a place called Tory in Bradford On Avon and from there are the most stunning veiws Thankyou for this one and for the lovely reminder Love duncan X
Hi Andrew! Nice write, it's good to have a special spot, for thoughts and dreams they mean a lot! best wishes Friend Thad *10*! ! !
Fantastically structure and beautiful imagery...great poetry. -SG