The Swing In the Oak
The move into the country when...The
Winter cold had already begun, the..Swing
Hanging in the front yard invited......That
Child, to come play, remember how I .Swang
Oh! How much fun, my feet would touch sky..From
Morning until noon then again when.............The
Sun would set red or golden in sky.............Tall
High, higher the swing would go in the........Oak
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
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