Freckle face boy.........

 
 

   Large oak tree sits weathered and worn,
yet somehow speaks volumes of days gone by.
Branches hang down to hug mother earth,
leaves holding on as if asking why.

Clouds above serve as a protective cover,
while ripened roots spring from underground.
Carvings of hearts, names and arrows,
memories of lovers and children all around.

A red haired, freckle face boy makes claim,
to a very thick branch where a swing has
been tied.
Wiping the seat and climbing on board,
he begins his journey swaying side to side.

With his small hands he grips the ropes,
leans his body back and kicks up his feet.
Momentum has started, speed picking up,
before him he sees the ground and sky meet.

Imagination takes over as he swings higher,
away from reality to a magical place.
A sense of invincibility begins to take hold,
of this little boy with a sparkling face.

A warm breeze and a sense of adventure,
the world now his for exploring and learning.
One can only wonder what his thoughts are,
flying on his swing developing a yearning.

All in good time his questions will be answered,
for now having fun is the agenda for the day.
In time he will be older and dream of his swing,
tied to that old oak tree for another to play.

Written by:
Karen Palumbo
Photography by:
Robert Palumbo
10/23/2007
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