Hold onto your seats because …. It’s time for the One Word at a Time blog carnival!
This week’s word is: Swings
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Thanks. Enjoy!
The Old Man
The old man sits on his porch swing every day.
Swing, swing, swing.
He talks to anyone who wants to stop and chat,
Laughs with the children, gives wise counsel to the adults
and he swings.
Wars, earthquakes, famines and disasters
all bring a sad look to his eyes.
He sheds a tear for the hurt and wounded who cry out in pain
and still he swings.
He smiles when a family drops by to visit
Just coming over for a chat.
His eyes light up as he holds their new-born baby in his arms.
and he swings.
Rain or shine, he’s there every day,
Though many don’t stop to talk.
He sits and waits and smiles and waves.
and he swings.
And if he wasn’t in the swing, he was in the rocking chair, smoking his pipe, the aroma of pipe tobacco mingling with the scent of the roses next to the porch.
Good post, Peter. Thanks for hosting.
You’ve met him too, huh?
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I can definitely see the whole scene, Peter. Good stuff. Hope my post isn’t too loose on the topic, but it does include the word “swings” in it.
Thanks sir!
Jason, I would NEVER accuse you of being ‘too loose’
Thanks!
This reminds me of my dad. He sits in his porch swing every day.
Cool!
I’ve never met anyone who actually swings daily. Except maybe Billy Coffey… but then, I only know him online.
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We used to sit on the back porch swing at my parents’ house. I loved it so. Now my nephew lives in the house and we can sit on the same swing with his infant son. Such joy!
Awesome!
So much communicated in an economy of words. Great job, Peter.
Thanks, Kathy!
Well done Peter! Beautiful.
Thank you, Ryan!
Beautiful.
Thank you, Helen
as i read this, you make me forget the effort put into the words. it seems so natural, and real.
the man is just like the front porch
open to all
and like the swing
easy going
simply so much to offer
Awwww, thanks, Nance!
A very touching vision you paint with sparse and precise words. Lovely!
I can relate to those old folks and their swing. Such wonderful therapy to relax and swing. It makes a great place to talk to God about our day and to let go of anxiety and stress.
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So jealous! I want to swing!
Nicely done. Very vivid images.