Standing sentinel
In my ancient yard
Your rustic metal frame
Sturdy, designed to last,
Friendly in appearance, but,
Needing a cushion or two
For your seat is rock hard
No compromise in that respect.
What are you seeing?
The cattle graze endlessly
The lurking bull awaiting his chance
When pheromones permit action.
The beauty of new life,
Calves prancing and dancing
The distress of the mothers
Their plaintive lowing
When their calves are taken.
You acknowledge
The ducks on the pond,
The water hens
The prowling hawk
As he swoops along the creek
The snakes that slither silently
All share with you
The same outlook.
I join you from time to time, watch
Morning sunrise
The pink brilliance
Of sunset.
The passing birdlife
Some days eye to eye with a bovine or two
Never a dull moment.
We lament the workers
Their daily grind as together
As we idly watch the day drift by.
Written for: http://dversepoets.com/2014/10/30/mtb-the-things-we-see/
Morpethroad 
This looks like a bench that has seen and heard a lot. I have no doubt it is a great place from which to ‘ idly watch the day drift by’.
Thanks Gabriella, it most certainly is.
smiles…sounds a bit like my back porch…and i have a raught iron bench out there…it def needs a blanket to cushion the posterior…but the view…and all the little animals and such…well worth it…
Thanks brian it certainly is well worth the at times uncomfortable rear end.
This really took me there, I like it when poetry does that.
Thanks Bill appreciate your comment.
Seemed real enough that I was searching for the cushion so I could sit longer and watch the cattle.
janet
Thanks janet, it needs to be a nice thick cushion, I searched high and low for the right ones.
I know this spot..smiles.myou see a lot from your lovely backyard. Much better view than I…jealous, but the calves being taken away…not so nice 😔
Thanks Jenny, the view is priceless, the calves the way of the farm.
Sadly..yes
those benches could tell thousands of stories me thinks… love how it becomes part of the place and takes in the things surrounding it… a beautiful resting place..
Thank you Claudia, it is all those things.
the seat that seems empty and lonely at times, but has many visitors and tales to tell to night.
Yes Hank it does, sees far more than I do.
Interesting what you did with this prompt, Michael! You could go on an on, it felt comfy sitting and listen to the narrator and see all you describe.
Thank you Cheryl-Lynn, so happy you felt comfy.
What an interesting piece! I bet that bench could write a novel about the things it has seen. It must be nice when your own path intersects with it for a time.
Ah yes Mary it is though it has been unpleasantly hot of late and not a lot of intersecting has been happening.
Very nice point of view Michael ~ I am still in the daily grind but someday I hope to join you watching the day drift by ~
Thanks Grace, it is a nice situation to be in.
I really like that this shows things from the bench’s perspective. Very cool.
Thanks Justin, have a good day.
The first Sunday of the Month i visit a farm of extended wife’s family way.. a little further north in Florida where i live.. where not even cell towers can reach the smartest of phones.. in fielded bovine way….
And your words here are delightful in the beauty of this.. and remind me… it too.. will be mooing bliss..soon.. in the sweet fields of mother nature’s farmer ways…
The night comes rest.. when one lives like this.. with nature..
the way it is..
instead of how we want it to be..in complex language.. culture.. all the contrived
human headaches @life..
that the Cow never ever Moos about!..:)
Thanks so much, you are right the cows only moo to communicate about food and distress…I guess this Sunday will be one of those visits for you.