swing in the orchard
On this cold and snowy day …
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in the orchard
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the old swing
soothes its child
its ropes fray
squeak with laughter
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if you hang around under apple trees
you understand the patchy shade
the reason the grass grows only so high
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in summer, the boy ties the swing high in the tree
and the mower moves under
brings Timothy to its knees
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spares field mice and bedstraw
makes mounds of hay to land on
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Copyright 2014 Jane Tims
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Lovely Jane, the drawing too. I especially love your opening ‘The old swing soothes its child.’
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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
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jane tims
January 20, 2014 at 10:58 pm
I always appreciate your poetry. The wistful memories the poems evoke warm my heart.
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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
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jane tims
January 20, 2014 at 10:57 pm