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Ode To A Swing

Linda Golden

Solace, sweet swinging solace
Backyard tree with splintering
Wooden seat still calls
Remember me Remember me

When Poppa deemed it strong enough
A limb was put into service for my pleasure
Strong thick rope looped over and over
Around the fig tree´s appendage
New Plank for a seat sanded
Drilled wide holes for stout twine

Sometimes I just sat there sideways
Leaning on the cords, staring at the stars
Other times I would pump my way
To the heavens leaning back for a better view
Or trip through my mind rocking away life´s stings
Making worlds that were far kinder
More fun or just far away enough