A young lady named Ling
Comes round to mine to swing.
The vicar’s pretty wife Lee
Takes tea with Ling and me,
And then we go and swing.
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K Morris - Poet 
I’ve not been on a swing for ages. Your poem reminds me of how much I enjoyed it as a child.
I’m glad that my poem brings back happy childhood memories, Vivienne.
Funnily enough, as I was walking through the woods today I heard a little boy talking to his mother about a swing that has been set up in the trees.
Best wishes, Kevin