We swing together you and I
in that old shaded place we love,
peaceful sweet smelling garden air
that gentle breeze that tickles hair,
the yellow Iris in our view,
Oh how I love to be with you!
Tranquil sounds of garden spirits
the chirping of the evensong thrush
lavender blue scent comes through,
we swing together like children do.
This quiet spot where we can dream
these special hours away,
amid the slowing of day ending
we talk of yesterday,
no more is needed for you and I
we know that time is short
and so we talk and dream and think
of what this life has brought.
We dream together
you and I,
on this old garden swing.
Photo: from “Hemingway”
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21 June, 2010
Posted by Susie Hemingway at 08:56