THE SKETCH… a poem

The sketch I drew

From my mind’s eye

Caused me to reminisce

Of days gone by

It was of a boy

Who I’d say was three

A picture of joy

As he swung on the swing

Happy go lucky

As the old saying goes

Not wearing shoes

Dirt on his toes

A gentler time

He’ll never forget

Pushed by his dad

On that old swing set

brown, red, and white metal swing macro photography
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Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

14 thoughts on “THE SKETCH… a poem”

      1. I did that with my kids, and my son saw a video of me pushing him. He said it was obvious I wanted to stop, but I kept on pushing. Funny! I wrote a very sweet song about those memories and the thoughts they provoked. I’ll see if I ever posted that. If not…

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