Swinging Away In the Sun
A tire swing
A water hole
A hound named Blue
A summer day
Throw off the shirt
Kick off each shoe
I am eight
The perfect age
To rig up my own tire swing
But Uncle Pete
Came down to help
And here I be
A grateful boy
Swinging away in the sun
Nothing ever again has been this kind of fun!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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