The swing

There's a swing in the garden

It has seen a girl growing up

As a child she would swing along

On a summer evening or a winter morning

Monsoons were the best days to play

Drizzles and showers lent music to her heart

Gentle breeze blowing cool and soft

Swinging her way from ground to top

Her youthful years were beautifully seen

The garden, the trees and the swing bears testimony 

It was all a thrill to grow up around the area she loved

With friends and family she enjoyed her hearity ride

As this girl grew into a woman, swing still in the garden

Not a frequent ride along it for her now

But it swings her heart to and fro

 

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Moon.girl

Sun 3rd May 2020 01:32

Thank you all for reading the poem!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 2nd May 2020 15:59

'Monsoons'? From what country is your childhood?

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Nigel Astell

Sat 2nd May 2020 11:48

Each time memories are pushed
they will swing back and forth
through images locked in time.

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