The Lady on the bench

The Lady on the bench.

Sat And wondered why?

Would she be a planted grass?

Or would she get to fly?

For Fall was in the air.

The Leaves were changing soon.

In a rut she felt stuck in place, but for her pace the ducks had not a care!

For it was her food that got them by.

George, Fred, Ron, and Harry were all ducks that she had fed and named.

Then one day she felt a curiosity...

While sitting on her routine bench a question lingered long!

"For I had named these ducks some years ago, but never thought it strange.

Now I sit here clear, and wonder is the contra same?

I may have named them after friends but now I ask again,

When they look at me, what name do they say am I?"

Her mind was renewed she wrote the thought, and in a moment walked off quick!

The ducks quacked aghast, where had the lady gone?

When spring had come and went and fall the same again...

The hungry ducks looked on by.

For the lady on the bench was gone, and they also wondered why?

Then one day a man appeared in place!

And tried to tell her story.

But in all the change and all the noise.

We couldn't hear a word and he left in a hurry...