I watch him measure
Each length with care
A simple board now transformed
Muscles flex securing the hold
Strongly fastened to a tree
Fathoms of rope are hung
Looking up to see
On my face
The look of pure pleasure
A lifetime caught
In a moments stare
My swing built by hand
Was his Love Song to me
That’s beautiful! 🙂
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