Samuel Minturn Peck
USA
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The Grapevine Swing

WHEN I was a boy on the old plantation,
Down by the deep bayou,
The fairest spot of all creation,
Under the arching blue;
When the wind came over the cotton and corn,
To the long slim loop I 'd spring
With brown feet bare, and a hat brim torn,
And swing in the grapevine swing.

Swinging in the grapevine swing,
Laughing where the wild birds sing,
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Peter Clark 29 July 2020
One of my grade school teachers used to read us poetry after lunch at rest time. I can't remember what age, but we were young. And this was our favorite. The language imitates the swinging of the grapevine. The kids used to join in joyfully on the refrain
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Sidi Mahtrow 13 October 2010
A timeless piece of poetry As one forgets today's misery And the fate of all human being(s) In exchange forr a place on the old grapevine swing.
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