It looks like an old tire swing
But it’s really a magic machine
That can transport you
Anywhere your imagination can go
I’ve sailed away to lands afar
Swinging in an old tire from a car
Told my secrets to the tree limbs
As I rocked back and forth in the wind
Planned my future revisited my past
Sometimes swinging slow, sometimes fast
Laughed for hours with my sister
Spinning each other like a twister
Sometimes still when I run across one
I pause for a moment to reflect on the fun
That can be had in an old tire swing
Twirling or swinging in that magic machine
E.A.Fussell
07/3/2018
E. A. Fussell 