S: THE OLDE SWING
BC: Swings are made of wood and ropes And maybe a bolt or two, But the time that's there spent Can work to cement Memories to last A generation or two. Papa | Happy 7th birthday to Chloe: Love, Nana and Papa Furshong. August 14, 2010
FC: THE OLDE SWING
1: THE OLDE SWING I grew from one to seven years old On the swing my Papa made for me. It hung from the limb of an old apple tree "And swings so gently in my memory.
2: I had to be pushed And prodded And oh so gently Cajoled...
3: But as the years passed And Papa and I did laugh, Pretty soon I was Seven years old.
7: I understand things So differently now, I'm not the same girl I was back then. When I first walked out To that old apple tree With my Papa Who was my dear friend.
8: It took a lot Of trust That first Time to sit Down And be Gently Thrust into The air.
10: But now as I pull at the Ropes and am air born Again... | I realize it took Many steps to get here.
13: So, today we walk Out into Papa's Back yard With a knife to Cut down that olde Swing. We'll raise the New ropes up into That old apple tree And today we have A new song to sing.