Ode to the Lonely Swingset

Ode to the Lonely Swing Set…

That sits in the yard forlorn

Wondering why the children won’t come out to play.

Weathered and in disrepair,

It remembers the golden years

When, strong and vibrant, it provided happiness and freedom

To little legs that reached for sky

And little hands holding on tight to childhood.

Now, splintered, ignored, abandoned

It longs to love again.

But instead, sits quietly remembering; waiting.

Dreaming of summer and sun

And barefooted children

Who have loosened their grip on the swing

And jumped into the future.