Family Pictures: Swings

June 1972, Waycross Georgia at my Haynes’ grandparents on Creswell Street with my father and brother

A Borrowed Line Poem from Robert Louis Stevenson’s The Swing

Rickety Swings

Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing

when phones and screens are nowhere to be found

when birdsong and laughter are the sounds

when families gather on rickety swings

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