Old Wooden Lawn Chairs

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They were together so many years.

Their old wooden lawn chairs next to each other,

Touching slightly at the arm rest,

Looking out at the world from the same angle,

Contemplating the parade of life unfolding.

Together so many years.

That view from the chairs so familiar,

Yet somehow always new.

It was their contented place,

Touching slightly at the arm rest.

So many years…

The lawn chairs supported them,

Directed their view,

Provided a sanctuary,

Touching slightly at the arm rest.

Oh, I cannot bear to take the chairs away.

I cannot bear to take them away.

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Published by Henry Barnard

I am a voracious reader and also enjoy writing. I often have a very different point of view than the popular one. I do see value in debate, and thought it might add to the public debate on controversial issues if I were to express my contrarian opinions. I also started keeping my poems recently (I've written little pieces my whole adult life but never kept any); and I've been a photographer now for over 25 years. So I will be adding an occasional poem and hopefully interesting photograph to the blog along the way, just to spice things up.

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