Post by Char on Oct 24, 2008 0:09:32 GMT -6
Abandoned the chains...still hang from the beams..
Gone little children who sat on the swings...
No laughter and chatter...so quiet it all seems...
To the chains as they hang...still on the beam !!
Big shoes now replace those... small little one's..
There's dreams to pursue...now life's on the run...
Forgotton the carefree days of pure fun...
As rushing... they hurry..for work must be done.
The swing sits and waits like a clock ticking down...
For the patter of new feet ....upon the cold ground.
J.Bergsma 5th/1/06
Gone little children who sat on the swings...
No laughter and chatter...so quiet it all seems...
To the chains as they hang...still on the beam !!
Big shoes now replace those... small little one's..
There's dreams to pursue...now life's on the run...
Forgotton the carefree days of pure fun...
As rushing... they hurry..for work must be done.
The swing sits and waits like a clock ticking down...
For the patter of new feet ....upon the cold ground.
J.Bergsma 5th/1/06
