Ups and Downs
It was summer and I was ten
My leisure time
Spent on the village swings at play
Mostly alone
‘Til one bright day there came a girl
With golden hair
Joining me there on the seesaw
Up down and up
We played, her laughter ringing free
Her summer dress and bright blue eyes
Enchanted me
We spent that blissful summer there
‘Til she was gone
To grace our simple play no more
Down through the years
Through life’s long years of ups and downs
Still I recall
That golden girl who stole my heart
When I was ten.
©Arthur F Mylam
