A Swinging Tale

Hi. My name is Swing. No last name.No middle name. I'm like a movie or rock star. I'm like Oprah, Cher, or Madonna. I'm not saying I'm a woman, only that, I have one name. You'll have to excuse my appearance. I'm so what old and rusty. I'm in need of good oiling. If you rattle my chains you would see that. I just love living here among the wind-caressed trees. Once in awhile their breezes bring me back to life. I stir, creek and then go back to sleep. I have the birds to serenade me with their symphonies And God's bonnet of blue covers and surrounds me. The air is pure and clean here on my hill. I have been here since I was created by the farmer that use to live down there in the valley. He built me for his children. I still can hear there laughter and shouts as they climbed my hill. "Come on. The last one up is a rotten egg." I miss them. I miss being useful. I miss my seat being warmed. I just miss being missed. I'm sorry if I am making you sad. I'll try to lighten up. I can see the whole farm from up here. It is old and falling apart like me. The fences need mending. They no longer hold or let loose their contents. The main house is sunburnt. It's flesh is peeling. No longer does it echo with life. Once in awhile the winds will make the house sing. The tattered curtains do their dance. The broken window panes glow with the sun. Dust is mixed with dust and becomes a whirlwind. The house lives again for a brief moment. But, the For Sale sign, remains intact. I have seen many seasons come here on my hill. I have longed for life with each swaying in the breeze. I have waited very patiently for the laughter of children again. It is now Summer. Everywhere there is a sea of emerald. Perfumed scents fill the air around me. Out of the silence and the mist of early morning there comes a shout. "The last one up is a rotten egg." I start to move. Up and down swinging through the air. Reaching for the clouds. Higher and higher I climb. Hi, my name is Swing, I shout. "I LIVE!"I wrote this for a writing class. It is a fantasy. I have tried to do something different. Please let me know if it works. Thank you. Written November 14th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 11:10 PM PST   0 • 10