The Old Swing Poem by C.Ann Penning

He in his blue jeans and she in her dress
Sat on the old swing and spoke of good things
Spoke of their hopes; all of their dreams
Planned for their future on that old swing

He gazed in the sea of her deep blue eyes
Lost in the waves; She gave him a smile
Her head on his shoulder; relaxed and content
There on the old swing he held her awhile

He cleared his throat; began to sing
Lay her aside; fell to his knees
Deep from his pocket he pulled out a ring
She said yes, on that old swing

Days came and went; soon a baby she did carry
A bundle of joy, a pure delight;
They said as they held her on the old swing that night

The children have grown; have lives of their own
Left out to sit on that old swing alone

He in his blue jeans and she in her dress
Sat on the old swing and spoke of good things
Spoke of their struggles; things they discovered
Planned for their future on that old swing

He gazed in the sea of her deep blue eyes
Lost in the waves as she gave him one last smile
Her head on his shoulder; content there forever
There on the old swing he held her awhile

He cleared his throat and began to sing
One last song on that old swing
He in his blue jeans and she in her dress
Forever together; on that old swing