Rhythmic Stories May 20, 2022

Oak Tree Swing

A rope swing hanging from an old oak tree
When I spied idle dandling there, it inspired a

desire in me

My dad had hung it there when I was a little
girl
I can still hear his laughter as he watched my
bouncy curls

I swung so many days with no earthly cares at all
The swing sat patiently during summer, spring, and fall

Now I’m a grown woman, and the swing still calls my name
That feeling in the pit of my stomach as I swing is the same

year after year, the swing remained intact for girls
and boys

Today as I spy my Oaktree swing, I think it’s
still my favorite childhood toy

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