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.
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21 June, 2010
The Garden Swing
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This is an exquisite and beautiful gem of words, Susie, and in the cadence of the rhyme I can hear the creaking of the swing, going back and forth, back and forth. Very tender. Exceptionally well crafted. XO to you both.
Yes! Precious.....
Joyous and heartbreaking. Any life that brings with it moments like you describe is well worth living, more so with somebody to share it with, even if it seems no longer than a blink of the eye.
You are fortunate to have each other, and I am blessed to be invited to some of your precious moments.
Again, I thank you. Your words enhance my perception of the world around me, and improve my relationships with those closest to me.
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Thank you dear Sandy for your very nice compliment on "The Garden Swing" so hugely generous and warm.
All fondest wishes.
Thank you Sunshine - all very best wishes to you and Don
Michael as always such a heart warming comment from you. How very pleasing and kind your words are to me. You seem to grasp my poems and understand them so well. Bless you and stay safe.
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