My Poem

Bank Of Awe.

It stood there
waiting
for you
to come
and
pull your blanket and grandmother’s china
and biscuits
out of your basket

it stood there
waiting for you
to come and admire
it’s
splendor and beauty
it stood there
green as could be
a bank of awe
waiting for you
to make your
deposit

its green leaves
were an endless supply of
pennies:
stacked on top of one another
creating a stairway
to its main vantage point
its raincoat of teardrops from the clouds
shimmered
despite the sunless sky
the umbrella of comfort it has been
giving
seemed to be worn out:
discouraged
from all those years of waiting on you

it stood there
waiting to
pour its endless
stories
and memories
of all the years
it has stood and waited
on you?

-Sarah Beth Kendall