THE OLE TIRE SWING
 
Now and then the children, complain of being bored,
I don't understand it, they have every toy in the world.

 
Had I told my elders that I was ever bored, They'd have said, 
the devil finds work for idle hands, and given me more chores.

 
Children today don't find joy in things as simple as roasting
marshmallows on sticks over the embers of the wash day fire.
I'm laughed to scorn if I mention playing all day with a tire.

 
We had one out back that hung from a rope  that was tied to
the limb of the tree. 


You could put your legs straight through it and have a good swing.
But what I liked best, was to climb on top and straddle the rope
with my knees.
 


Standing on top, I  felt as tall, as important as a queen,
from that place I could just stand there and dream.
In that spot so important to me, 
I could dream of being who I wanted to be.


 
I wish children today that are so bored with all their expensive
toys and things, could find the joy that just playing on
an ole tire brings.


 
Why, they could day dream and swing, or stand on top
and pretend to be ruler over all they could see.

 
Lynda, I have written this rhyme just for you
I hope it captures the memories you wished it to.
 


Written exclusively for Lynda Combs Gipson
by your friend Kevin Day

Kevins sequel, he couldn't resist!!
haha

Who would have thought the little girl, standing on a tire swing
would grow up to work so hard,
to help us all to know
who lived when, and what they did
and bring so many close?
 
It was through her and OLD CRASHED ONE Combs
that I was able to find,
that you and you'rs and me and mine 
once crossed family lines
 
She did the work,
she paid the price, that we our heritage could find
Now it should come as no surprise,
She's still the "swinging" kind.
 
She's been climbing in the family trees and finally admits
She's done it since she was a child
and now she just can't quit.
 
Written very exclusively for Lynda Combs Gipson
 by Kevin Day with lots of love and appreciation
 for all your hard work.
July 12, 2004

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Lynda Combs Gipson