Swing

Years ago back from school We saw our father atop a stool Trying to fix a plank within the grove Too delighted we were at this move We threw our bags and ran out My turn my turn each one did shout Father fixed it on strongest branch of the tree So we could swing back and forth free We tossed for the turn Patience was hard to learn on the swing each one tried to reach the sky Full force each one did apply Each one got ten miniutes for this Usually our tution time we did miss Annoyed was our mother when she learnt the fact One day she hid the plank but the rope was intact Next day the rope was cut To refix it we didn't have the guts Now after decades I fixed one for my kids They swang hard without batting their eyelids The same behaviour they repeated Impatiently waited to be seated I fixed the time for them to go to the swings They took it so high as if they had wings It was fun watching them and recalling Sometimes the swing went so high it was appalling Swings will always be dear To the kids far and near.