Lonely Place

Form: English Sonnet

The reflections of early summer sun,
Glistens again on my windows this year,
They blend invisibly ready for fun,
Laughter of children is all that I hear.
The heat is drying my old wooden walls
As for the first time my door creaks open.
Frustrated the squeals, they can’t find their balls
Like me ignored, quite simply forgotten.
Summer’s fun just thrown inside at Fall’s dawn.
Just left like me, through rain and winter’s snow.
I’m left alone at the end of the lawn
To watch as endless seasons come and go.
A touch of creosote keeps my wood fed,
Sat at the garden’s end just the old shed

©JG Farmer 2008

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