Tuesday, April 2, 2013
"The Tire Swing"
The Tire Swing
I was made for lapping miles,
city streets and pikes and roads,
rolling free through days and nights
hauling folks and heavy loads.
But such a life has worn me bald.
I’m out to pasture, so to speak,
joined by a rope to a tall oak tree
between a farmhouse and a creek.
She bursts outdoors and leaps on me
and kicks as we ride high and higher.
I soar with her and hold her tight,
and I am more than just a tire!
This, after all, I now can see,
has always been my destiny.
© 2012-the present
Image links to source on Wiki Commons
"Girl on a Swing": Winslow Homer, 1879 - public domain