The Tire Swing
An old tire hanging
From the big ash tree,
Was always swinging
With my friends and me.
From the big ash tree,
Was always swinging
With my friends and me.
With an old piece of rope,
We hung it high,
All in the hope,
We could touch the sky.
We swung on that swing,
From dawn to dusk,
To that tire we would cling,
With all our trust.
Swinging up high,
Into the air,
Straight up our feet would go,
Without a care.
The days we spent,
In the shade of that tree,
Swinging for the sky,
So happily.
By Juan Olivarez 6/27/10
Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."
Matthew 19:14 NIV
