Sings in the wind
The rusty swing set
sings in the wind.
It hasn't seen much use
Since we were children.
Nineteen sixty is when it began.
My older sister Flo
is a mentor and friend,
she is twelve and I am ten.
We loved that swing set.
so, did our friends.
Weel never forget that
it was aqua blue then.
On the yard swing
We could Climb, fly, and glide.
Like a bunch of monkeys
on skating ice.
Little bobby jumped off tumbled and cried.
So, we all got lectured about circus rides.
When were together,
We all laugh and smile.
Flo met her Beau,
When she was nineteen.
And Many folks know.
She is due in the spring.
I see us in the sunshine
now and again.
And the rusty swing set.
Yet sings in the wind,
Copyright © R J. Elless | Year Posted 2024
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