Polly

Writings and Witterings

Summer Bench

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A summer party in a lovely garden–smell the scents of summer 🙂

A rickety garden bench
needs ballast.
One sits
the other descends
to balance;
the bench wobbles,
lowers its legs into
soft green grass.
Drink flows
talk spills over
from the top of
full glasses.

Polly Stretton © 2013

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17 thoughts on “Summer Bench

  1. Sounds like a very inviting garden party 🙂

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  2. I was that ballast on the bench…

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  3. Everyone needs support, right?

    This is one of those “slice of life” poems you do so well, along with Brian Miller and a few others. Sometimes the best times are the sloppy ones, the moments when nothing is perfect, save the company. Nice one, Polly! Amy

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  4. You absolutely placed us in this gorgeous, lush garden with such a few words. Delightful!

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  5. Thanks for the invitation! 🙂 It was the garden event of the season.

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  6. One day, Lea, for sure, we’ll spend time together 🙂 x

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  7. This a lot of fun, and you’ve handled the tweet poem masterfully. k.

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    • Ah … a typically British summer party, later interrupted by rain. We carried on indoors where there were sturdier chairs 🙂

      Good to see you enjoyed ‘Tweet’, too.

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