Swing Set
Swinging back to the old times,
In the lawn so green,
With the cheers of kids,
The swing set was busy,
From dawn to dusk.
Children waiting for,
Their turns,
To swing with the wind: high above,
Back and forth,
Till the count of ten was done.
Now,
They are retired,
No hard jobs: except,
For the occasional posing with kids,
In front of the flashing white light.
Got rusty with the emptiness,
And a few creaks,
In the flowing wind,
Just to poke the silence,
Piled between them.
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