There it sits on its own
it could tell you many a tale
what words have been spoken
on this bench leaving many a trail
The hands that built this bench
knew not its future when it was made
hammering in these many nails
to make it stand up and never fade
If this piece of wooden structure
could tell of all that sat upon it
what memories it would bring
to show us how it all should fit
Such a picture this bench brings
of peacefulness and contentedness
something this world knows little of
which the OWB has in its fullness