The Bench

This shot, taken on a recent holiday , has brought out the Victorian Sentimentalist in me! 

THE BENCH

I must leave, and leaving, weep,

All I ask is for you to keep

Watch at some time in the day

Where you were when I went away.

Let me picture that shaded spot;

 A corner of our garden plot,

Where you and I just sat and talked

Gazing at paths where we once walked.

Honour bids me say farewell,

For how long no-one can tell.

Know that I will dream and yearn,

Till I join you there on my return.