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The Swing In the Oak

The move into the country when...The
Winter cold had already begun, the..Swing
Hanging in the front yard invited......That
Child, to come play, remember how I .Swang
Oh! How much fun, my feet would touch sky..From
Morning until noon then again when.............The
Sun would set red or golden in sky.............Tall
High, higher the swing would go in the........Oak

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James Fraser

February 6, 2010 at 7:14 AM

When i was younger i loved to swing on the swing and close my eyes, incredible feeling >> brought me back to my youth Sara >> James

Lynette Chachere

February 3, 2010 at 2:33 PM

this is so cute<: gives me an image of my little sister trying to push herself on the swing.hah. so cute! -Always Lynette

Doris Culverhouse

February 3, 2010 at 1:59 PM

yes, I can remember those days, If I could just see my toes again. LOL

Andrea Dietrich

February 3, 2010 at 1:15 PM

I LOVED swinging (not the 70's kind, heehee). Reminds me of the poem about going up in a swing, now I forgot its title, but it's in children poetry books. A good little topic to write about and i liked seeing the sentence you spelled out at the end. Thanks for your great comments this week. And don't I wish I could swing like before (but now it actually makes me feel nauseated after a while, dang it. ) LUv, Andrea

John Freeman

February 3, 2010 at 8:16 AM

I remember those days Sara. My swing was in the big Sweet Gum. I would swing high and look at the sky. Then hang my head and look at the ground. These were my lazy, hazy,and crazy days of summer childhoo. Sincerely, love,Moses

Ravindra K Kapoor

February 3, 2010 at 6:15 AM

It’s very lovely and sweet Poem taking us back in the childhood memories so sweetly. It reminded me a beautiful Poem by an American Poet Nick Kenny' Going Back'-" If we could grow younger with the years, Instead of growing old... If we can exchange the silver of age, For youth- more precious than gold, The happy tears would bedim out eyes, Watching the past unfold!.......... 2 More beautiful stanzas can not be adjusted here. Written around 1960 a part of my old treasure book. Regards Ravindra