Ode to the swing set

A couple months ago my dad took down our old swing set, and I never got around to posting some pictures of it. Somehow the ducks make it into most of the pictures of it. Oh well! :P

  

 





 

 

Ode to the Swing Set

Alas.
I shall miss you,
Dear swing set.
I shall miss swinging on you,
and singing
at the top of my lungs. 
I shall miss the days long passed,
the hours of playing on you:
“Gloop Monster” and “Circus” and “Table Top”
Yes,
I shall even miss
the rusty chains,
cracked seats,
and broken slides. 
I shall miss you,
but it was
way
past time for you to go.


(And yes, poems like these are the reasons I am not and will not grow up to be a poet.)