D. Robert Robinson Poet Rhyme

Park Swings

A walk to the park 
The crisp morning air
There’s frost on the ground 
A chill everywhere 

Squirrels scurry about
From here to there
They notice me not
I’m needn’t a care

Sitting alone 
…those four wooden chairs 
Waiting for me 
And calling me there 

Eight chains frozen
…hanging straight and so tight
Awaiting all burdens 
From one winter’s night 

Wooden and cold
…but just right for thee
She squeaked and groaned 
Then waited for me

I gripped her links
…what was my plan 
Push back - release 
Or do all I can

I looked to the heavens 
…then in front of me
Another man standing 
His chance to speak 

Needn’t a jingle 
…or even a sway
My time has passed
Send wisdom his way.

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Beata Agustin January 24, 2025 at 9:14 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.