Summer Swing

the thoughts of a lawn swing

I'm a chair without legs
Just two long iron chains
waiting for the day to end

will you not come outside?
will you not hang with me?
Gaze at the sunset again

I miss you in the winter
when snow covers my body

I miss you in the spring
when the rain showers come

but during the summer
we resume our rocking

back and forth
back and forth

in the warm evening sun