We swing together you and I
in that old shaded place we love,
peaceful sweet smelling garden air
that gentle breeze that tickles hair,
the yellow Iris in our view,
Oh how I love to be with you!
Tranquil sounds of garden spirits
the chirping of the evensong thrush
lavender blue scent comes through,
we swing together like children do.
This quiet spot where we can dream
these special hours away,
amid the slowing of day ending
we talk of yesterday,
no more is needed for you and I
we know that time is short
and so we talk and dream and think
of what this life has brought.
We dream together
you and I,
on this old garden swing.
alaine
Hugs…and a wet cheek. xa
Ann Flower
Just gone through your blog and found it wonderful. It was nice going through your blog. keep on posting.
Lora Conrad
Awww – Susie – This is so charming. I could just see you and Hamada on that swing, chatting and enjoying the sites and surroundings of your lovely gardens. What a beautiful picture it is! XOXO Lora
Judy
what a beautiful poem my friend!!!! So very beautiful and soft. I can feel what you are saying , makes me think of times gone by…. xo
Dianne West
Beautiful words, as always, Susie, that tell the wonderful story of your love. They always bring me comfort as we are so often walking along the same path. ♥
susie
Thank you Dear Ladies for your kind comments – a simple poem that suits the climate at the moment I feel x
modeflowers
Simple poem but yet so meaningful and the essence of love is there.