The swing of things

movingfinger

The Swing of Things

Love grew from the tree
On which she climbed
And tied a knot
Connecting a strong bough
To an old tire
She found floating in the river

She did not know then
What the smell was
That suffused her nostrils
Did not know that love
Had a smell
But she found it pleasant
Swinging to and fro
In the shade of blossoming
Branches

Young then,
She thought it possible
To reach the sky
That only the tallest
Leafed limbs
Seemed to stretch
And caress.
It was later that she learned
that these were foolish thoughts

For many years
She found pleasure
Swinging on love's tree
Until she grew too old
For swings
And forgot love's
Comforting scent.
Years later, returning
To this spot,
She found the tree,
Leafless,
The swing still hanging,
Lifeless,
No impetus left in the
Slack rope.
"Maybe I'll swing"
she said,
"one last time."

justam

This is very well done.

movingfinger

thank you, i just wrote it so it probably needs some work.