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Tire Swing
by
Steve Quick
I was out for a Sunday drive
It was a great day to be alive
That's when I saw this giant oak tree
There was something there I had to see
It had been a while since I had seen such a thing
It was an old rubber tire swing
It was one of those mornings after
I swore I heard children's laughter
A couple of voices filled with joy
Maybe a young girl and boy
Higher Daddy higher please
The swing began to move with such ease
Shouts of laughter filled my ears
Such happiness I had not heard in years
And then silence was all I heard
No laughing, no giggling not a word
I turned to leave, one last look and a sigh
I saw two small ghostly white hands waving goodbye
So with a smile I went on my way
Knowing I would return some other day
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