Description: I don't have a clue where this came from, it just kind of popped into my head. It's not my usual sort of writing, and I realize it needs a lot of work, but what the hey!
A slow, luxurious summer day
Languidly draped across
the sluggish hum of a small town
A girl, perched on a rusty swing set,
Lazily dragging red painted toes
Through the tired dust,
a sunburn crawling up bare knees
A brunette head, rested against
The chains of the swing-
Pondering all of life’s questions
And humming a song that marches in time
With the scarce breezes
And determined ants
searching for unattended picnics
Ha! This is delightful! Anyone who has swung on an old country swing will relate to this! It presents strong word pictures, and is just delightful to read, especially to an old country boy like me!!