The Bed Swing
Chained between two oak trees
On a wooded bank
There is a special place
Overlooking handy Hank's
It is a family treasure
The stories all run deep
All those years of fun
Are memories to keep
The joy that it provided us
Lasted nearly 30 years
From times of soothing comfort
To those that caused some tears
With hurt, stress or fear
When trouble comes my way
This place is in my heart
To this very day
It is the fondest time
Of my childhood
Returning to that time
Thinking that I could
It always drew me back
To get another look
Holding on real tight
Like a sturdy hook
The day I did return
To see if it was there
Noticing it wasn't
Decided that I dare
Reaching toward the chain
Grown into the tree
Needing just a touch
A piece falling free
Tightly in my hand
Lied a rusty piece
Of that lasting memory
Of times that will not cease
On this cool autumn day
It seemed meant to be
The memories would hold
in this lock without a key
Of those happy times
That will always give a ring
Of laughter fun and peace.....On the Bed Swing....
There is a special place
Overlooking handy Hank's
It is a family treasure
The stories all run deep
All those years of fun
Are memories to keep
The joy that it provided us
Lasted nearly 30 years
From times of soothing comfort
To those that caused some tears
With hurt, stress or fear
When trouble comes my way
This place is in my heart
To this very day
It is the fondest time
Of my childhood
Returning to that time
Thinking that I could
It always drew me back
To get another look
Holding on real tight
Like a sturdy hook
The day I did return
To see if it was there
Noticing it wasn't
Decided that I dare
Reaching toward the chain
Grown into the tree
Needing just a touch
A piece falling free
Tightly in my hand
Lied a rusty piece
Of that lasting memory
Of times that will not cease
On this cool autumn day
It seemed meant to be
The memories would hold
in this lock without a key
Of those happy times
That will always give a ring
Of laughter fun and peace.....On the Bed Swing....
