The Swing in Shambles


Once there was a children’s park 

Oh, so many years have past

Glancing upon the rusted swing 

Surreal thoughts arose of distant voices

Ghostly girls giggling and hyper boys 

I cherished the old distant memories

Of we who played during afternoons

I thought of Johnny, David, Melissa

And Halloween and Easter frolicking too

The picnics our mothers prepared us

On summers and cool fall afternoons

Daddy played ball with John’s friends

There was so much laughter shared

Good thoughts permitted my sacred past

Thoughts of mom and dad’s life

And all of our little voices 

Remind me of the precious hours

Spent together playing and often sharing

Time, that was fresh and youthful

Now gone in amber overgrown brush

Gone in brambles of lost memories

Where children came to playfully swing

Here on this swing in shambles



@Bonnie Gay Jennings, or Bonnie Jennings or Boondoggling with Bojenn @Wordpress 2013 to present 2016 ~

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The picture is of stock photographs from A Poets Haven

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