It seems forlorn, just hanging there
With only the breeze to cause it’s sway
Oh how it rocketed thru the air
Back in my children’s day
The earth beneath once was trodden bare
By their happy dancing feet
Now the twisted rope needs repair
And moss grows on the seat
Time does move us ever on,
And leaves behind a thing
And leaves behind a thing
A joy that was has come and gone
And now grass grows under the swing
K.L. Dennie July 2006
K.L. Dennie July 2006
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