The Old Swing
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'The Old Swing'The comfort of the old swingawaits for me each afternoon.As I sit and watch the sunset,fall behind the mountains crest.Not far into the distancean old coal train passes by.It's almost music to my hearslistening to the clickity clacksas it rolls on down the tracks.In the air such sweet aromas,of the wild flowers in the hills.Gazing across a cornfieldI see an old framer work his till.Butterflies in flight, leap from one 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 nesttaking slumber before it's quest.A tadpole on a lilly padand in the reeds I see a frog.Hovering over the riversettling in, is a misty fog.The comfort of the old swingshows me visions I seldom see.This beauty of mother nature,gives me peace and tranquility.By: Sandy/San-dcopyright@2001 Sandy/San-d Written October 20th, 2001 © on Oct 20 2001 11:07 AM PST, Sandra Kay Ratliff 0 • 10
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"'The Old Swing'The comfort of the old swingawaits for me each afternoon.As I sit and watch the sunset,fall behind the mountains crest.Not far into the distancean old coal train passes by.It's almost music to my hearslistening to the clickity clacksas it rolls on down the tracks.In the air such sweet aromas,of the wild flowers in the hills.Gazing across a cornfieldI see an old framer work his till.Butterflies in flight, leap from one 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 nesttaking slumber before it's quest.A tadpole on a lilly padand in the reeds I see a frog.Hovering over the riversettling in, is a misty fog.The comfort of the old swingshows me visions I seldom see.This beauty of mother nature,gives me peace and tranquility.By: Sandy/San-dcopyright@2001 Sandy/San-d..."