The
iron
bench
by
the river
bank
has
looked
out
over
the Falls
for as
long
as I
can
remember
Sometimes
full
Sometimes
empty
but
always
a welcome
refuge
for a
weary
traveler
lost in
thought
I often
wonder
as I
pass by
the bench
If it
ever
listens
to the
lives
that come
to sit
down
upon
its
well
worn seat
for a
few
minutes
of
peaceful
rest
while
watching
the river
Flow
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