poetry and prose about place

swing in the orchard

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On this cold and snowy day …

'willow swing'



in the orchard


the old swing

soothes its child

its ropes fray

squeak with laughter


if you hang around under apple trees

you understand the patchy shade

the reason the grass grows only so high


in summer, the boy ties the swing high in the tree

and the mower moves under

brings Timothy to its knees


spares field mice and bedstraw

makes mounds of hay to land on



Copyright   2014   Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

January 20, 2014 at 7:25 am

4 Responses

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  1. Lovely Jane, the drawing too. I especially love your opening ‘The old swing soothes its child.’


    Top Of The Slush Pile

    January 20, 2014 at 8:06 am

    • Hi Gemma. Thanks for the specific comment. I have a lot of childhood memories about swings. Jane


      jane tims

      January 20, 2014 at 10:58 pm

  2. I always appreciate your poetry. The wistful memories the poems evoke warm my heart.


    Carol Steel

    January 20, 2014 at 7:56 am

    • Hi Carol. I am going to start doing poetry in my Blog more often as I gear up for my new project (poems about using plant dyes). I hope they have a good poetry workshop at the Maritime Writers’ Workshop this summer. Jane


      jane tims

      January 20, 2014 at 10:57 pm

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