The bench was where it happened, the bench that will remain engraved in my mind for all eternity. Just a hard wooden seat but when invested with that memory, it means the world to me. My life as I know it began on that bench. And I am so thankful for that.
Johnny bench, one of the greatest, if not the greatest catchers of all time. He played for the big red machine back in the 70’s and let them to multiple world series titles. He is the poster child of catchers.
In a park I sit watching the passers by considering their lives but why cant they take time to sit on a bench easy viewing but they have to answer their phones
I sat on the bench next to her. She was reading a paper. I tried not to stare as the wind blew and her hair fluttered about. Her eyes were bright blue, the sky couldn’t have even been a brighter shade. She smiled with her eyes. Then she packed her things and walked away and I was lost in the day dreams of what could have been.
I sat on the bench in front of the flowers in the park. I watched the children play. I wondered if they would see me if they looked over here. I can feel the warmth of the sun on my hair. Or maybe that is an illusion. Maybe none of this exists except in my imagination. Maybe I’m still in that dark room.
Clutter piles up on the lab bench day after day, ever growing and strangely no one knows where all this clutter comes from. It remains a mystery in the chemistry lab.
They sat on the bench together, waiting for the bus to arrive. No words were exchanged, no glances were passed. The bus arrived, they entered their metro cards, got off at different stops and didn’t see each other again. Ten years later, after meeting again by chance at a bar, they’re in love and engaged. You never know what will happen in your life and who you’ll sit next to on the bus, but if something’s meant to be, it will be.
He always sat there at exactly the same time, every day. As I grew up playing at the playground, walking my dog, going to school, he was always there, reading his quaint book or just observing the world, including me.
the bench is made out of wood. it is of bamboo and has simple lines and is very smooth. the bench has so many purposes, you can sit on it, you can put your feet up, it can serve as a table a place where you can set your phone while doing the crossword puzzle.
yeah i was there like sitting on it and then this guy came up to me and was like hey what are you doing here and then i punched him in the face and he went all apeshit and called the cyber police. then i did a falcon punch because i am awesome.
a bench is a curious thing. I wonder what it’s purpose is. I may be sitting on a bench right now. But I’m not. A lot can happen on a bench, you never really know. Maybe your life will change while sitting on a bench.
Solid and wooden with traces of age that look as though they are lines. Quiet and resolute, it waits for someone to lean on it, sit on it, take advantage of it. Always giving, silently taking in the world with every second.
He always sat on that bench over there, the boy with the tearful eyes and the melancholy smile. I don’t even remember his name or the clothes he wore, but I remember him strumming his ukulele, brushing aside his windswept hair. I fell in love with him, but it all changed when the winter came, and the bench was covered with snow.
I was sitting on a bench in the local park one day when a squirrel happened along, as squirrels are wont to do in a local park. This little fellow was no ordinary squirrel, though it seemed at first that he was doing his duty as a squirrel picking up a small acorn and filing his little cheek with its mass.
I sat over there. On that bench there. Yes, that’s where I met him, the boy with the tearful eyes and the melancholy smile. He strummed the ukulele with the wind blowing his hair on his forehead. It was all so romantic, until winter came, and the bench was covered with snow.
i wish i could sit on a bench with the person i love talk about life and caress their face. breath some fresh air and maybe look at the sunset. i want to sit on a bench and indulge life!!!
you can sit on it. It is long and not always comfy. It is hard and most of the time the color brown. Uhhhhh, uh, bench, uh, bench idk. uh, yikes! time’s almost out
To sit on, and fall asleep on, and lean on, and rest. To hold you up like clouds, like wings, to stare at the sweetness of beyond. You are mine, sturdy, and strong and solid.
benches?! i love benches. benches are great. i would love to sit on a bench right now. maybe at a park. or the zoo. or the mall. i want to go the mall actually. if i got to the mall, i’ll obviously get tired. so then i’ll wont to sit down on a bench. and i’ll buy a cookie. because i like cookies. and i like the mall. and i like to sit on benches
There neat, you always see the most interesting people. Benches are for everyone. What I hate are the stupid ads on benches, just let a bench be a bench….
the judge is at his bench==
we need to just bench this conversation until another time convenient
put your boots under the bench in the hallway
and the park bench to sit and feed the birds
Benches are like trees and walls. They witness love, break-ups, strangers becoming acquaintances, the poor man and the rich man. If they could speak, what a story they would tell!
It was chipped and splintered, like it had been left in the rain for too many seasons. When he sat down, he hoped she would walk by. He held the paper and hoped.
The bench was empty but for the old woman. She sat with her cup of crumbs for the ducks. The park was empty this time of day. No one took time to enjoy nature anymore. There was too much technology. She didn’t like all that buzzing about, she was happy here with the quiet and the ducks.
The bench was as stolid as any I’d sat on: most of which, in parks, constructed out of some kind of unrustable, powder-coated iron, remained as uncomfortable as anything nature could have provided. I’d rather sit on a rock, and have the cold of the true earth melt into the seat of my pants.
I sat at the bench wondering what to write. The top was loose, the wood was ragged. The instructor approached. Time was running out. The bench wobbled and my chair scrapped the floor. What do I say? After all, it is only a bench.
Parks have benches. My puppy went to the park with me to practice volleyball. She loved chasing the ball from the day we bought it. She can’t bring it back because it is too big for her mouth.
bench.. this bench is in the park.. and the park have many benches but they are all empty as its snowing.. some benches have so much snow that you dont see them. but this bench is warm and i see someone coming towards it.
Moet ik dit in het engels doen? Nouja. Een kooi is het. Voor honden. Van die grote zwarte. Die kwijlen. Ik vind 1 minuut wel kort. Ik word er gestresst van. Ehm, bench. Kan ook voor andere dieren. Denk ik. Katten. Ehm.
I’ve always envisioned us
sitting on a bench
growing old together
as time passed us by.
The bench was where it happened, the bench that will remain engraved in my mind for all eternity. Just a hard wooden seat but when invested with that memory, it means the world to me. My life as I know it began on that bench. And I am so thankful for that.
Johnny bench, one of the greatest, if not the greatest catchers of all time. He played for the big red machine back in the 70’s and let them to multiple world series titles. He is the poster child of catchers.
In a park I sit watching the passers by considering their lives but why cant they take time to sit on a bench easy viewing but they have to answer their phones
I sat on the bench next to her. She was reading a paper. I tried not to stare as the wind blew and her hair fluttered about. Her eyes were bright blue, the sky couldn’t have even been a brighter shade. She smiled with her eyes. Then she packed her things and walked away and I was lost in the day dreams of what could have been.
The street bench flakes
pretty green strips
on the gravel by the birds.
Pigeons flock and flap around
that place
where I first loved you
When you sauntered by,
with your imaginary parasol
high above your head
I knew our epic had begun.
I sat on the bench in front of the flowers in the park. I watched the children play. I wondered if they would see me if they looked over here. I can feel the warmth of the sun on my hair. Or maybe that is an illusion. Maybe none of this exists except in my imagination. Maybe I’m still in that dark room.
Park in centre of the city, Where I’m sitting with my soulmate. trees, flowers, birds,snow,laughing, smiling.
Clutter piles up on the lab bench day after day, ever growing and strangely no one knows where all this clutter comes from. It remains a mystery in the chemistry lab.
The park bench, if it had a voice, could tell tales of the human heart unlike anything you could imagine. The tears that have been spilled;
They sat on the bench together, waiting for the bus to arrive. No words were exchanged, no glances were passed. The bus arrived, they entered their metro cards, got off at different stops and didn’t see each other again. Ten years later, after meeting again by chance at a bar, they’re in love and engaged. You never know what will happen in your life and who you’ll sit next to on the bus, but if something’s meant to be, it will be.
He always sat there at exactly the same time, every day. As I grew up playing at the playground, walking my dog, going to school, he was always there, reading his quaint book or just observing the world, including me.
the bench is made out of wood. it is of bamboo and has simple lines and is very smooth. the bench has so many purposes, you can sit on it, you can put your feet up, it can serve as a table a place where you can set your phone while doing the crossword puzzle.
yeah i was there like sitting on it and then this guy came up to me and was like hey what are you doing here and then i punched him in the face and he went all apeshit and called the cyber police. then i did a falcon punch because i am awesome.
a bench is a curious thing. I wonder what it’s purpose is. I may be sitting on a bench right now. But I’m not. A lot can happen on a bench, you never really know. Maybe your life will change while sitting on a bench.
a bench is a lovely thing, it allows you a place to rest. Hobo’s can lay on them, they offer comfort, support..and a memory..
bench is also a lovely trademark
but I prefer a lovely bench in a park.. a sexy wooden one. Love it. BENCH. time.
Solid and wooden with traces of age that look as though they are lines. Quiet and resolute, it waits for someone to lean on it, sit on it, take advantage of it. Always giving, silently taking in the world with every second.
He always sat on that bench over there, the boy with the tearful eyes and the melancholy smile. I don’t even remember his name or the clothes he wore, but I remember him strumming his ukulele, brushing aside his windswept hair. I fell in love with him, but it all changed when the winter came, and the bench was covered with snow.
For her, the ocean was a relaxing bench to sit on after a long, tiring day of standing amidst life’s chaos.
I was sitting on a bench in the local park one day when a squirrel happened along, as squirrels are wont to do in a local park. This little fellow was no ordinary squirrel, though it seemed at first that he was doing his duty as a squirrel picking up a small acorn and filing his little cheek with its mass.
I sat over there. On that bench there. Yes, that’s where I met him, the boy with the tearful eyes and the melancholy smile. He strummed the ukulele with the wind blowing his hair on his forehead. It was all so romantic, until winter came, and the bench was covered with snow.
i wish i could sit on a bench with the person i love talk about life and caress their face. breath some fresh air and maybe look at the sunset. i want to sit on a bench and indulge life!!!
you can sit on it. It is long and not always comfy. It is hard and most of the time the color brown. Uhhhhh, uh, bench, uh, bench idk. uh, yikes! time’s almost out
wooden and warm, alone and inviting
There is a man on a bench. Another enters.
Man- Hello.
Other- What are you doing on my bench?
Man- Your bench? This is my Bench!
Other- Says who?
Man- I do! It’s my bench after all!
Other- I think I know my own bench!
To sit on, and fall asleep on, and lean on, and rest. To hold you up like clouds, like wings, to stare at the sweetness of beyond. You are mine, sturdy, and strong and solid.
benches?! i love benches. benches are great. i would love to sit on a bench right now. maybe at a park. or the zoo. or the mall. i want to go the mall actually. if i got to the mall, i’ll obviously get tired. so then i’ll wont to sit down on a bench. and i’ll buy a cookie. because i like cookies. and i like the mall. and i like to sit on benches
Best seats in the house
Everyone knows it
Near the third base line
Comfort found with the team
Home is to the right
Who is sitting beside me? No one. Why? Fate, I guess. I’ll be alone forever.
I never realized how lonely a bench can be.
Sitting in the park, sun is shining, ducks, lake. I like park. I love sitting on a bench, socialising to people. 3 benches
There neat, you always see the most interesting people. Benches are for everyone. What I hate are the stupid ads on benches, just let a bench be a bench….
the judge is at his bench==
we need to just bench this conversation until another time convenient
put your boots under the bench in the hallway
and the park bench to sit and feed the birds
Benches are like trees and walls. They witness love, break-ups, strangers becoming acquaintances, the poor man and the rich man. If they could speak, what a story they would tell!
It was chipped and splintered, like it had been left in the rain for too many seasons. When he sat down, he hoped she would walk by. He held the paper and hoped.
The bench was empty but for the old woman. She sat with her cup of crumbs for the ducks. The park was empty this time of day. No one took time to enjoy nature anymore. There was too much technology. She didn’t like all that buzzing about, she was happy here with the quiet and the ducks.
The bench was as stolid as any I’d sat on: most of which, in parks, constructed out of some kind of unrustable, powder-coated iron, remained as uncomfortable as anything nature could have provided. I’d rather sit on a rock, and have the cold of the true earth melt into the seat of my pants.
I sat at the bench wondering what to write. The top was loose, the wood was ragged. The instructor approached. Time was running out. The bench wobbled and my chair scrapped the floor. What do I say? After all, it is only a bench.
Parks have benches. My puppy went to the park with me to practice volleyball. She loved chasing the ball from the day we bought it. She can’t bring it back because it is too big for her mouth.
bench.. this bench is in the park.. and the park have many benches but they are all empty as its snowing.. some benches have so much snow that you dont see them. but this bench is warm and i see someone coming towards it.
Moet ik dit in het engels doen? Nouja. Een kooi is het. Voor honden. Van die grote zwarte. Die kwijlen. Ik vind 1 minuut wel kort. Ik word er gestresst van. Ehm, bench. Kan ook voor andere dieren. Denk ik. Katten. Ehm.