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Old Rope
Old Rope
The rope swing hung silently over the pond
Somehow it knew it was gazed upon and that it held the keys to memories lived on
A gentle breeze told me son close your eyes and hear with the heart the golden years cry
I saw my brother, my sister, Cricket Whitney and me as we raced the big bull across the field to the trees
The pond was our heaven the wide field was his, so if we wanted to swim we had to beat him
I could hear Freddy laughing and the rest of us scream with the bull right behind us running full steam
Into the water without missing a step, thank goodness the bull didn’t want to get wet
With a snort and a kick the bull walked away, perhaps he would get us at the end of the day
But we didn’t worry it was our time to play
The rope taught us all to take a chance and let go, our first leap of faith without fear in our soul
It drew us together and watched us all grow, my very first kiss that too it knows
Then I saw through my heart my best friend Anna Lee, I was running like hell as she threw rocks at me
I was so happy the stones didn’t hurt at all, it was the very first time that I felt loves call
The sound of a tractor opened my eyes, as I looked at the pond closer I saw it was dry
How the years have gone by, I smiled a sigh
Sometimes if you really want to see, you have to close your eyes…..
The last lesson that rope taught to me.
