Ethereal Times

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, then as momma told us both, "You best shoo." even almost kind of pushed us out "I'll call when my chores are through" then of course along the way were distractions you know the kind, flowers and butterfly's and we screamed joyfully in our reactions then 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 then 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.