Dry away - rust away - the swing now moves silent
A child has grown, the park is too small, the laughter is gone
Fallen leaves, sticky mud, waiting expectantly
No footprints in the murky pool of mud
Longing for squeals of childish delight
Empty seat, empty room, empty heart
THE CONTRIBUTORS:
Dry away - rust away - the swing now moves silent (Jim Wisneski, www.twitter.com/wisneski)
A child has grown, the park is too small, the laughter is gone (Rebecca Besser,
http://members.localnet.com/~beqabes/MyPage.html)
Fallen leaves, sticky mud, waiting expectantly (Michelle Dennis Evans, http://michelledevans.blogspot.com)
No footprints in the murky pool of mud (Cynthia Schuerr, http://www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com)
Longing for squeals of childish delight (Cari Main, cmain@shaw.ca)
Empty seat, empty room, empty heart (ganymeder, www.twitter.com/ganymeder)
3 comments:
oh, that one is a little sullen isn't it. :(
Well done Jim!
I love this! Awesome idea!
That is fantastic - what a brilliant concept!
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