Seen from the bench

In our lifetimes, most of us will never preside over a court on a throne. Yet in death, some have been commemorated at a special spot with a dedicated bench. In the woods, gardens and parks I visit, I often stop to read the plaques and imagine the lives of the loved ones described. This poem, “Benefactor

Benefactor of the Blind

New paths will take you through the wood: A diff’rent route you’d not expect.   From there you’ll see things – like the lake – from points of view you’ll not forget.   A green bench here. Let’s sit a while. The blind, we benefit from this.   Dec. 2012 — Another poem triggered by