Poem: Empty Garden Seats

How picturesque
the garden seats,
benches and Adirondacks,
placed in charming locations
for walkers to smile at
as they stroll through
the neighborhood.

But, why are they always empty?
Have your even see them occupied,
with a neighbor greeting you,
welcoming you to sit,
converse, share a glass of wine,
enjoy the shade of a tree,
enjoy the breeze off the bay?

Furthermore,
when have you met
the gardeners who
till the gorgeous
cottage flower beds
which we so enjoy
to pass by?

What would happen
should we stop,
sit, bring a bottle of wine,
to visit and share?
Would be welcome
strangers?
Would we have crossed
a boundary of privacy?

Who occupies
those empty seats?

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About hermitsdoor

Up here in the mountains, we have a saying, "You can't get there from here", which really means "We wouldn't go the trouble to do that". Another concept is that "If you don't know, we ain't telling." For the rest, you'll have to read between the lines.
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12 Responses to Poem: Empty Garden Seats

  1. Emily McKenney says:

    I never see any one in those empty seats!!! Love, Emily

  2. Now this is a really nice thought. Reminds me of Canadian writer who found himself in a queue in Italy waiting to buy something —tickets (?)—and making little progress. The family next to him was prepared for the Italian way of doing things, with refreshed members coming and trading off so tired ones could leave as they waited in line all day. They were making a picnic of it, bringing wine and cheese and invited him to join their little party. 🙂

  3. Laurie Graves says:

    Great question! People are too busy to sit and sip wine?

  4. KerryCan says:

    This is too funny–my sister was just harassing me about a cute little bench glider I have prettily posed . . . in a place no one will ever sit on it. I like your idea of bringing your wine and sitting . . . but I’d probably be weirded out if you did it. Sad to say!

  5. Lavinia Ross says:

    I get the feeling our culture moves at too fast a pace to do much of that anymore. It is unfortunate.

    • hermitsdoor says:

      Must be all those country songs about sitting on the front porch, playing guitars. 🎸 We sat on our porch this evening, with a glass of wine and our books. We are a bit far off the road for anyone to wander by. ⛰

  6. Why don’t you give it a try? Knock on the door, or call around the garden gate: “Hello there! We’ve brought a bottle of wine so you can take a break from your gardening chores and sit with us on your lovely bench!”

    • hermitsdoor says:

      A few years back, at the end of small road, we came upon the driveway. We ventured down a bit, hoping to see a view of the bay. We turned around at the “Private Property” sign. As we disappeared back the road we came on, a police car zoomed down to the house. I doubt they would have been receptive to us, if we had stayed around. 🍷

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