Back and forth, forth and back,
Gliding in my friend’s handmade swing.
Pent-up tension, stress, and anger
Give way to calm and inner peace.
Back and forth, forth and back,
Kicking my feet out and welcoming
Sunshine on my face, breezes in my hair,
Nerves untangling, cares disappear.
Back and forth, forth and back,
Mugs of hot tea in our hands,
Listening to the birds chirp,
Watching the dogs snooze or chase squirrels.
Back and forth, forth and back,
Life’s simpler with certain people.
Talking or not, each with our thoughts;
Companionable silence soothes and heals.
The mark of a successful man is one that has spent an entire day on the bank of a river without feeling guilty about it. ~Author Unknown
Simply lovely! I do so want to be on the swinging bench, now…
A swing shouldn’t be reserved just for children, right, Lucy?!!
Absolutely! Us larger children like to play on them too!
Even dogs love swings! As for cats, well, I’m not sure about that. Maybe that’s where Terry is hiding??
Oooh good point! I should go check…
I make it a point to never pass up a swing for this reason. Lovely.
Good for you, DD!! Too many of us hang up our swings when we become adults, yet perhaps we’re the ones who need them most.
Ahhhh. Totally relaxed. Thanks
Glad to help, John. Nothing is more relaxing than that back and forth rhythm, probably why rocking chairs are so popular!
I think it is the ice tea.
Good point!
Lovely! There’s nothing quite like a swing for easing away the stresses of life.
I read somewhere that the best kind of friend is one you can sit with on a garden swing, not say a word, and come away feeling like it was the best conversation you ever heard. Our day was kind of like that — probably ought to pencil in more of them!
Debby, this is beautiful and makes me feel calmer just reading it. I really needed to be reminded of the fine art of doing nothing and not feeling guilty. Love the photo and all it represents. It reminds me of the swing at our cottage where I spent many moments swinging and staring at the lake. Sadly,we had to sell that cottage last year but the memory is still very much alive.Thank you for sharing this and reconnecting me with that special memory.
You are so right, Kathy, that there’s a fine art of doing nothing and not feeling guilty about it. I think we get so used to working, to feeling productive, to scratching off items on our To-Do lists, that we beat ourselves up over doing nothing. But perhaps that’s when our busy brains need to re-charge! I’m glad I was able to nudge a wonderful memory for you. Even without your cottage, you’re able to revisit it and the feelings it evoked, all by traveling back in time — how cool is that?!!
Very soothing, Debbie. A fine friend you make, my dear. I love the simple things in life. This swing, tea and a chat…perfect.
What uplifting words you’ve penned, dear Audrey — thank you for coming along, and I’m glad my poem hit the mark! You know, a nice bottle of wine would probably have done the trick just as well, but I was driving, ha!
This was sweetly written. I’d gladly join you, Debbie. ♡
And I’d welcome your company!!
Debbie my friend, this piece was absolutely DELIGHTFUL! And I could actually feel the tranquility within each verse.
There is something very relaxing and almost hypnotic about either swinging on a bench or rocking back and forth in a rocking chair, isn’t there? The movement is very theraputic.
And I loved this….
Life’s simpler with certain people.
Talking or not, each with our thoughts;
Companionable silence soothes and heals.”
I totally agree! Sometimes sitting with a good friend without saying a word and just being “present,” does much more for the soul than speaking.
Thanks so much for sharing your wonderful talent with words, my friend! Have a faaaaabulous week!
X to you and Dallas
Ron, your words of praise are music to my ears — THANK YOU!! I was hoping I could convey the peace that comes from doing nothing. Not all the time, of course, for then nothing would get done; but sometimes. We all need a breather, however we find it!
And sometimes, there’s really nothing to say except to relax and enjoy the moment. Good friends understand that and don’t clamor to fill every pause in the conversation. Words really aren’t necessary ALL the time, are they?
Bless you, my friend, for understanding and appreciating how scary this poetry stuff is for me! Have a super rest of your week!
I love it! Especially the second verse. I haven’t ever swung too much, I must admit, but now I’m wanting to try it badly.
Not swung?? Oh, dear Professor, you must feel so deprived! I loved swing sets when I was little. We’d wind them up as high as possible, then leap off pretending to fly — what a freeing feeling that is!
Now you need to find yourself a park, you know, and give swinging a try. It can be scary at first, but you’re a warrior and you’ll conquer that feeling. Watch you don’t lose that top hat though!
You are absolutely quite right. I need to swing more. I’m sure it’s fun. I shall give it a go!
Beautiful poem. Very soothing. I love porch swings.
Me, too, Katybeth. Sadly, too many “modern” houses don’t have them (or porches, for that matter!). There’s little I find more restful than the almost-monotonous back and forth motion of a swing — say, I bet that’s why I love the ocean’s waves so much, what do you think?!!
I spent a good bit of my childhood reading in my grandparents’ porch swing. And, at the marina I’m working in just now, there’s a swing-in-a-frame that’s placed on a common area that faces the channel. You can sit there, swing, and watch the boats go by, or the birds. It’s truly wonderful. Every now and then, when I’m walking past, I stop for a five minute sit-down, and just watch. No wonder I love my “office”!
You really did capture the essence of swinging. Slow, steady, and comfortable.
What a wonderful office you have, Linda! I’ll bet more than a few workers would give their eye teeth for such a relaxing view. My late grandparents had a glider on the porch, and I rather enjoyed that (but something tells me reading in it would have made me dizzy, ha!)
Thanks so much for your complimentary words — does my heart good, knowing I captured what I set out to find!
May I join you? That really seems so relaxing, Debbie. I also love the rhythm of your poem. Very calming.
Why, thank you, Monica — yes, plenty of room on this swing for two of us (and there’s a handy-dandy cup holder on one side!) Glad I was able to transport you to a place of peace, even if it was only temporary!!
Beautiful Debbie. We have a wooden swing in the front yard of our cabin and I can lose myself in the beauty of nature as I swing back and forth.
What a nice thought, Pat. I imagine seeing a swing like this makes you a bit homesick, doesn’t it?!
I love the rhythm of this poem, Debbie. Just reading the words, I could almost feel the swinging motion, the release of tension, the relaxation.
Glad to oblige, Terri. Perhaps you need to find a swing, too, where you can regroup now and then?!?