Choose: Decay or Shine

Woke up this morning giving thanks to the Father and counting my blessings, there are many. Then I remembered a photo that I wanted to share and began looking for a poem to go with it. I have a few favorite poets, but I didn’t find anything that stood out. I Googled ‘decay poem’ and…

Old Bench

A  bench sits in a corner of our garden, we dare not sit on it though, for it is very old and rickety,   it’s once red stained slats are now gray and brittle.   Although, the birds and squirrels don’t seem to mind it’s state of disrepair.