Annabelle

A hot May evening
When I got back
Exhausted by the ride
The beautiful little maple tree
Slightly to the side
Of my garden where I saw
A girl upon a swing
Gently contemplating
How clearly it did bring
To her
As it happened the tree
Had been trimmed today
A beautiful ball of crimson
A really sweet display
And seeing a lass a swinging
Reminded me once I
Swung upon a garden swing
But now old couldn’t try
It kind of reminded me
When I was younger
Surprised I was to see
Annabelle enjoying the peace
And calm, amazingly

Took me back to a time
A long long time before
It just felt like yesterday
To me, yes I was sure
A glorious little Maple
Leaves of every hue
Orange red and crimson
Bountiful a view
Almost from a story book
From many years before
I got in and I fell asleep
Very very sure

I had reached a new dimension
Seventy years perhaps
That period came back to me
Many many gaps
Swinging in a neighbours garden
On some other tree
Kicking my legs out an sailing
Pretending I was free

Then seeing little Annabelle
Brought that moment I
Had been gently swinging
Trying to touch the sky
Letting go and flying
Up into the air
Touching the clouds
The beautiful clouds
And just being aware

Thank you Annabelle