the bench I sit upon nearly everyday watching the world drift away someone has carved their name in its grain I can see for miles around as its on a hill in my old town landmarks like the gurkin and the London eye sometimes im alone or their might be people near by takeing in this breathtakeing scene of London town from the bench ive been nighttime from this bench is nice as lights from London town brighten up the sky wind whistles furious and fast in winter as time goes past the bench I sit upon

Interesting.