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.