Summers ago
In the field
Beyond the hill
He hung a swing
From the arms
Of a tall oak tree

I’m going to fall…
“No” he said
“It’s strong
I made it safe”
The tall oak tree

Years of memories
Windswept memories
Carried forward
By strong arms
My tall oak tree

Unbroken by the elements
Life
I’m going to fall
“No” he whispers
“I made it safe”
As the tall oak tree

Dedicated to the man in the gray sweater