For thirty years I have visited the park with the great stone wall. The side of the wall has stones that the Earth has formed to look like a face. Every time I have visited the face was set in a frown. Until my last visit, when I saw it smile. Not seeing anyone upon the path (even though it seemed strange to do) I asked it about its change, and believe it or not it answered. It said
I have lived a long, long time
I have seen many changes
I have heard many rhymes
It used to get me down
That is why I had that from
For many people would pass me by
But lately I have seen
How beautiful the grass is green
Watching the children at play
Watching the ducks on the lake
Have helped put a smile upon my face
The BBQs
Water gun fights
Kites in flight
People upon the trail
All of this is quite swell
Yes it still gets lonely at times
No one stops by to say hi
To this face in the stone
They follow the trail
To leave me alone
However there are some like you
Even though it seems strange
Ask me
How are you
We talked about much more. Then I saw the time was late. Said goodbye, said I'd come back tomorrow, and went home. Every month I make a trip, to see my old friend.
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Author:
Tony36 (
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Comments4
Love it!🙂
Thank you
Very interesting! Great job.
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Nice one Tony!
Thank you
I love the word choice! It makes me feel like I am in the actually place you are discribing!
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