The Old Garden Swing
The Old Garden Swing
The old garden swing creaking to and fro,
holding treasured memories of long ago.
Familiar faces, young and old
emerge from the past and start to unfold.
Ghostly voices surround this place
which only the arm of time can trace.
Children's laughter from simple pleasure,
throughout the years that no-one can measure.
People of all ages, friends and family
have sat on this seat suspended from this tree.
Secrets shared and romances begun,
all witnessed by the setting sun.
A lover's tryst and a childhood delight ,
in a secluded corner out of sight.
The overgrown garden from years of neglect,
awaiting restoration to revive and protect.
Then the swing which was hidden will be used again
with a new lease of life and its purpose regained.
Copyright © Hazel Timms | Year Posted 2021
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