The Swing

When I was a child

I remember the swing

In the garden

My dad had made it of wood

And there it stood

sat on the swing

So high I swung

It was the dawn

Fresh day

My life just begun

The dew on the grass glistened Like a million little lights

I imagined they were fairies

As they twinkled bright

I’d swing higher and higher

As high as I could

On the dear old swing

Made of wood

It creaked very much

But I didn’t mind

It was a great feeling

No other kind

Swinging high

So high

Then off I’d jump

With a thump

The birds were singing

And the day so quiet

Like me

I said not a word

Whilst the whole of the World could be heard

I’d listen

And watch those fairies glisten

It was another day

Childhood days so innocent I cherish themIn my memory

Peaceful days

Of happy times

No strife

Just a simple family life

With my mum my dad my brother My aunties and uncles Cousins grandmothers

Our pet dog

A budgie too

Life was just grand

Through and through

We all got on,we laughed a lot, we loved each other

Happy days Days like this there could be no other

We’d meet for tea and celebrations

Tea the very heart of our nation!

Around a table altogether

Whatever the climate

Whatever the weather

Happy daze

Image may contain: 2 people, shoes, dog, child and outdoor

Photo of my brother and I on the swing with our dog Trixie

Author: Rosy

I became interested in poetry about a year ago and try to write about things from my heart that are associated with events in my life or events going on in the World at large or closer to home. I am a visual artist and still am to a certain extent having exhibited some of my work as a visually impaired artist using sponges to paint. I have lost most of my eyesight in recent years to advanced glaucoma and my vision is now very limited I am finding my creativity now evolving in writing poetry and hope to publish my own book of verse in the future. I have a blog page on Wordpress where I share my poetry, art, photography, thoughts and favourite quotes and prayers at

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