Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Ageless Icon





It sits alone
a tattered fixture
housing age worn memories.

Splintered planks
forgotten woodchips
strewn over time.

I reminisce
that warm afternoon
sharing thoughts
laughter, love.

I smile
each time I pass
the green park bench
and remember us.





3 comments:

BC Doan said...

This is so sweet! Funny how a little thing can mean so much to us!

Poetic Shutterbug said...

BC Doan - I know, the photo is a tattered mess yet when I look at it I see great memories. Thanks for stopping by.

RNSANE said...

I like to think that I am an ageless icon...however, if the truth be told, I am aging fast.