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Sep 2019
There is a bench; appeared upon the banks of the canal
It looks a little bit rough and a little banal
It is not dedicated with a bronze plaque
It is simply decorated with that of the River Exe's track

It has no lack of customers wishing to take a seat
Students on their way home, take a moment browsing on their phone
Elderly people bring take away fish and chips instead of taking them home
I've seen people pick up speed, quicken their pace
So as to keep a seat for them and not lose their place
Children playing on their bikes on the grass around
Their Mum and Dads laying a picnic on the ground

It has brought much happiness to our lovely green space
Creating memories for people who are making it their go-to place
Let us say nothing of its appearance and embrace the good
That some clever person has crafted out of a chunk of wood
Had a lovely walk down by the Canal today, took my time and actually managed to sit on this bench. It has been installed a little while and has proved very popular. It is like a magnet each time I see it there is someone on, as I describe it is usually students or elderly people, young children, mums, and dads. It is a very used piece of street furniture and appears to be much loved. I actually love the unique look of this bench and often wonder how long it took someone to craft. I sincerely wish that there was some notice about the origin of this bench.
Jackie Mead
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Jackie Mead  60/F/United Kingdom
(60/F/United Kingdom)   
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