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Thoughts of an empty chair

September 1, 2010
By jordan nicholls SILVER, North Salem, New York
jordan nicholls SILVER, North Salem, New York
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Thoughts of an empty chair





Wind whistles through my sides




The grass, ever so soft




The trees untouched, and bare




The sky is deepest blue




Not a sound is spoken




The sun taking away cold





And me, an empty chair waiting for summer




I can smell the oceans roar




I can see the mountains peak




But I know I have to wait





A hawk in the air




Soaring to the never-ending




I watch wistfully










But I’m still waiting




Until I am sat on once again


The author's comments:
There is something about an empty beach chair left out in the garden for the winter. It looks cold and it looks like it wants to be sat on, which is why i went outside and sat on it as i wrote this poem

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