It was just a rope tied to a limb with a board, as a swing
we ran for position often, our challenge
pushing, racing, such a simple thing,
as momma told us both, "You best shoo."
even almost kind of pushed us out
"I'll call when my chores are through"
of course along the way were distractions
you know the kind, flowers and butterfly's
and we screamed joyfully in our reactions
In the feel of it all we never thought of restrictions
free to do anything, how silly it seems
in what we didn't know as derelictions
when as young adults we went again
as if to enjoy, recapture those things
the swing had fallen away from the then
becoming part of the now.