as deserted as the road, Only glances at the passerby’s, Only waits for someone to rest. It’s been a while it heard a story, It’s been a while it’s felt the warmth. The state was saddened, it was ironic, Trees’ leaves fell shedded, it was a way to console. It's #poemtime. Collab and write a poem that begins with the line I found a #benchonahilltop #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba