THE WOODEN SWING
January 6, 2009
As a child
In my mind
I saw the wooden swing
Hanging by two ropes
From the high branches
Of a great oak tree
And I knew it when I saw it
Because of the way the children
Laughed and played
And the way she lifted them
On to the swing
When they couldn’t reach
And the way the swing swung
Back and forth
Though the children couldn’t swing it
Because everyone was there
To swing the swing
For them.
