The Swing Down By The Lake Poem by Jim Yerman

She spent the springtime of her life there…
Whenever she had a break
she'd run down to her swing
in her tree down by the lake.

She still remembers how it felt
suspended from her tree
swaying back and forth
so innocent and free…

She returns now after years away
still remembering the bond they shared
and is excited to find her cherished swing
patiently waiting there…

She smiles, closes her eyes
and once again is suspended from her tree
swaying back and forth
so innocent and free…

Happy to reunite.
Happy once again whenever she has a break
to spend the autumn of her life
in her swing down by the lake