The Garden Stone


I saw Johnny's granddad
Playing in front of me.
With his friend who was fat
Always resting on his knee.

I saw Johnny's dad
Who sat and wrote words on me
With his studies, he was mad
Always learning the words written on me.

I see Johnny glad
Who loves to eat his snack on me.
With his friend who is fat
Always resting on his knee.

I am here in the corner for decades
No sun, no rain, no snow bother me.
I wish I will see Johnny's son
Playing in front of me.

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I have written this poem in the words of a garden stone which has come to life. Please forgive for my little mistakes and read.