"The Old Swing"
"The Old Swing"
The comfort of the old swing
awaits for me each afternoon.
As I sit and watch the sunset
fall behind the mountains crest.
Not far into the distance
an old coal train passes by.
It's almost music to my hears
listening to the clickity clacks
as it rolls on down the tracks.
In the air such sweet aromas
of the wild flowers in the hills.
Gazing across a cornfield
I see an old framer work his till.
Butterflies in flight
leaping from each flower to the next
searching for the richest nectar
the sweetest of all the rest
A rabbit under my snowball bush
prancing in and out
preparing for its new arrivals
it's belly is round, no doubt.
Right here, near my old swing, a
White Birch that reaches toward the sky.
A cardinal perches in it's nest
taking slumber before it's quest.
A tad pole on a lilly pad
and in the reeds I see a frog.
Hovering over the river
settling in, is a misty fog.
The comfort of the old swing
shows me visions
I seldom take time to see.
This beauty of mother nature
gives me peace and tranquility.
By: Sandy/San-d
copyright@2001 Sandy/San-d
Designs By Kricket
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