As a child my favorite thing
Was climbing into the oak tree swing
From high view I saw the lower swamp
Just a bog of sorts, with plants all damp
The cattails weaving when lit upon
By redwing blackbirds, and the song
Of frogs and crickets in the night
All residents of this delight
Swinging was a fantastical place
Flying over a beautiful space.
Photo by : mikeintyler.smugmug.com
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/07/17/photo-challenge- 222
The Bag Lady 
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