Poetic Verses
Crusty Old Swing
I purchased the crusty old yard swing
From the estate of a neighbor who died
which to him was a haven of comfort
Very often when lounging outside.
It appeared weather-beaten and broken
But all of the pieces were there
And I knew that it had good potential
So, I set out to do the repair.
I replaced a few planks that were rotted
And filled in a small hole or two
Then applied a fresh coat of the brightest red paint
Which made it to look almost brand new.
So, the crusty old swing was refurbished
As a tribute to a neighbor who died
But I can still picture him sitting in it
Very often when lounging outside.
From the estate of a neighbor who died
which to him was a haven of comfort
Very often when lounging outside.
It appeared weather-beaten and broken
But all of the pieces were there
And I knew that it had good potential
So, I set out to do the repair.
I replaced a few planks that were rotted
And filled in a small hole or two
Then applied a fresh coat of the brightest red paint
Which made it to look almost brand new.
So, the crusty old swing was refurbished
As a tribute to a neighbor who died
But I can still picture him sitting in it
Very often when lounging outside.
