Swinging Memories.........

"I've often heard the best part of life still lies ahead

and I believe it is true, but the memories of my childhood and how it revolved around that squeaky old porch swing will remain with me always."

Rick Rous

"I can't believe it all started on the front porch in this swang

just a swingin'...

just swingin'..."

Reflective memories

of days gone by,

breeze on my face,

wind in my hair,

legs pumpin' in the air...

and

all the while

dreams whirling in my head,

mystical wanderings,

magical trips,

mental meanderings of all kinds.

Childhood passes,

Dreams,

they sometimes cease to be,

wind dies down,

breeze settles

life moves along

and

all the while

day closes, night comes and I find myself in tomorrow...

I'd like to go back there

to the childhood days,

of

front porch swings,

twinkling dreams

and

mystical,

magical

places

just

one

more

time.

As a child, I spent day upon day,

sitting on the porch swing of our home.

The chain became rusty over the years,

and

my legs grew longer,

but there was absolutely nothing

that I loved doing any better than

sitting there dreaming about tomorrow.

I can't go back there

in

body

anymore,

but

my soul,

my spirit,

well

I close my eyes,

and

I can feel the pace of the swing,

the clang of the chains,

and

the coolness of a morning breeze....

and

I

dream.....

of mystical magical places

and

i swing.

May your evening be filled with

wonderful reflections

of

your days

of

swingin'

hugs and blessings