The Swing

Little Girl on a Swing

Little girl sitting on a swing
Push me daddy, as she’s pushed so high
Feet to the sky, higher daddy higher she would plead
As the years flew by
Now a yong woman all of sixteen sitting on that swing
Pushed by a boyfriend who’s name I can’t remember
Higher, higher she would plead
As the seasons changed to years and they to flew by
Now a young bride on that swing
Higher honey higher she would plead

For many years after left to swing alone
With rust on it’s chains and dust on it’s wooden seat
Pushed only by the wind on a cold afternoon
Till one day a little voice from the yard
Mommy can you push me on the swing
Mom I want to go real high
Do you know mom, do you

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