The Swing Song
The Creak of a Swing, Caught in the Breeze,
Pushed by a Friend With Gentle Ease.
Listen Next Time You're Near,
to that Familiar Song
from a Childhood year.
The Chains Tangle, Then Snap Free
as You Kick to Touch the Branch
of the Nearest Tree.
Knee's Pumping, Climbing High as
you Dare to go.
As You reach Bottom,
You Just Drag a Toe.
One more pass, THEN, Just Let Go.
Think of the Thrill, Remember Still.
Summer Days Oh So Long,
When You Hear the Creak of a Swing,
STOP for a Moment, Your Youth is Singing
THE SWING SONG.
Copyright © Scott Nicholls | Year Posted 2021
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