Rocking Chair

Back and forth it rocks

As the wind blows softly.

 

It creaks on the wooden floor

Of the old farmhouse porch.

 

Alone for years

The rocking chair waits.

 

Begging to be sat in

If even for one last time.

 

The dust clings to its seat

And cobwebs to its legs.

 

Soon the sky grows dark

And the stars come out.

 

The rocking chair becomes still

And all is quiet.

Reviews

[fireblossom]

Lovely. Really good poetry is deep without trying. Telling facts, is what my favorite writing teacher called it. Nice work on this. I love it.

[S. Waldo]

Thank you :)

[Inspiring Writer]

You reminded me about "Rocking Bands" ... lol this write's great as the earlier one. your words're powerful and you written it from your heart. Keep writing.

[S. Waldo]

Thank you very much kind sir :)

[—-]

What a quietly beautiful poem...it is nostalgic, yet not overly sentimental. Excellent :)

[S. Waldo]

Thank you my friend :)

[—-]

No problem my f..friend ;)