The Swing By The River

The Swing By The River

He was never one of those kids

The ones who didn’t like to have fun

He would climb dangerous rocks

Catch snakes bare-handed

And hitchhike to distant towns

There was one thing he could never resist

That was a swing over a flowing river

It didn’t matter if it was winter

And the water was near freezing

Or if it was the middle of July

And the water was warm and comfy

He would swing out and drop

Splashing and swimming when he did

That was so long ago

He is no longer that young boy

But, he still looks at every swing

And he remembers the water surrounding him

For a moment, just a moment

He is that young boy once again