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The Bench

In a sunny spot resides a new bench.

It would be a perfect place to sit among the flowers

with children sitting at your feet

teaching them all that you know

about animals

about the great outdoors

from a time when they were experienced in person

not on the Discovery Channel

not on TV

 

You could read a book to them there too

like Wild Animals I Have Known

by Ernest Thompson Seaton

the naturalist.

 

You could sit quietly in the sunshine

and nurse an unfortunate animal back to health

like a Gecko

or turtle

or opossum

 

You could just sit

your Dunkin Doughnuts iced coffee in your hand

and take it all in

or let it all out

your choice.

 

But you never will do any of these things

on this bench in the sunny spot

among the plants

and flowers

and smooth river rocks painted in your honor

by the children to whom you are missed

because the bench is dedicated

with your name on it

in memory of you.

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Jun 21, 2013
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