Rusty Old Bench
Elizabeth Jenkins

Tiny diamonds bedazzle the sky
As the moon look to the Earth with its eye
Over lost trinkets, toys and tossed sixpence
Water rushes in a bed just past this fence
The wind causes the willow to dance as it weeps
While the bear snores softly as it sleeps
Rain falls deep within the abysmal trench
Owls hoot in the tree tops so high
Asking "Who's there?" but the answer is nigh
Back towards town, the ball begins to commence
Ladies dancing with a few worthy gents
Through the woods, a deer, it creeps
While others lie awake counting sheeps
This is the view from this rusty old bench