Swings swinging without swingers
Branches san flora sway
Dusty leaves swirl and scatter
Twilight swallows the fading rays
Shadows dance stretched far
Into deep vague play
Across sandbanks and lawn
Meandering where they may
The tinker of the chain link
Calls faintly to the abandoned swings
Creaking replies hushed in the breeze
And subtle echo of children sings
