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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