High-time we had one. Let me start things off with...
Old Wooden Swing
A whoop and a cry of delight
Forward and backward she swayed
Perched upon that wooden swing
Revelling in the beating wind
Revelling in that sensation
Of flying high among
Cooing doves and cawing ravens
Her laughter rang out like
The eternal song of Joy
Echoing across the sunkissed vale
Ancient Banyan tree
Old as time and wise
Woody limbs spread wide
Holding the valley in temperate shadow
Swaying around a gnarled old branch
The creaking wooden swing
Up it went and paused
To come crashing down again
Up and down it goes
Like the dance of Life itself
Forward and backward she swayed
Perched upon that wooden swing
Revelling in the beating wind
Revelling in that sensation
Of flying high among
Cooing doves and cawing ravens
Her laughter rang out like
The eternal song of Joy
Echoing across the sunkissed vale
Ancient Banyan tree
Old as time and wise
Woody limbs spread wide
Holding the valley in temperate shadow
Swaying around a gnarled old branch
The creaking wooden swing
Up it went and paused
To come crashing down again
Up and down it goes
Like the dance of Life itself
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