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Love Poem #97562
A Swing
by Danny Russell
A Swing
Autumn breezes tease a forgotten swing,
draped from ancient hoary oak arms,
swaying haplessly to and fro;
The pendulum enacts long remembered motion,
of a thousand rides, now just a whisper,
on the winds;
Verdant grasses encompass a bared to earth
patch, where little feet once dredged,
for safety;
Frayed and tired bindings cling to an aged,
now splitting, redwood seat bound by,
knots of love;
Echos of laughter, angelic fit of giggles,
and a bump on the head permeate all,
senses of memory;
Alas time washes over our lives,
and we, the swing and I await,
the next generation.
Notes From The Author:
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