By Joyce Jacobo
[Author’s Note: It’s fun to share stories with others. They become experiences we can enjoy together.]
Two wooden swings tied with ropes
hang from the branches of an oak tree that
stands upon a grassy knoll
beneath skies brushed
by an orange hue from the sunset
just above the horizon of the ocean
far in the distance
past a seaside town and grand lighthouse
You swing on one seat
while I rock on the other
and in this way
we are here
side by side
together
An old breeze helps to push us
back and forth
while she tickles the leaves above
into a windchime harmony
accompanied by a quartet of doves
I want… to give you this gift of a simple idea
to make you smile for even a moment
which you can pass along
in a special way
For when you read this scene quietly
just to yourself
…the two of us will swing
once again
reader and narrator
but when you read it aloud
to someone else—
a friend
or a family member
then the two of you
can share these swings
with you as the narrator
and her or him as the listener
A passage of roles changed
like turns taken on swings
opportunities to sail upwards
to scent the salty sea air
to have an experience with others
to be safe
to be free…
…from one narrator
to the next
So refreshing. Beautiful poem, Joyce.💕
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Aww, thank you so much, Grace. I’m thrilled you enjoy it.
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I sure did. My pleasure.💕
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Glad to hear it.
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This is just beautiful Joyce!
💕
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Awww, I appreciate it. ^_^
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My pleasure! 💖💖💖💖
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^_^
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