Gifted Stool Poem by William Coyne
Gifted Stool
A gift for me? A sturdy stool,
to rest on by a stream or pool,
while reading verses, short or long,
of lovely ladies, wights or song.
No need for oak, strong pine will do,
no cushioned seat, no rich-stained hue,
and very short, close to the ground,
to wiggle my toes in the grass around.
And when I am dead and buried somewhere,
I'll leave it nearby for others to share.
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5/6/2024 12:03:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely poem, William. Thank you