14 October 2012
I stand there. Why am I not played with? My chains are frost bitten its as cold as hell in my village. Mid winter, comes heavy snow. I'm saved, by a warming and soft blanket gently falling on me. Never ending warmth.
Summer is here. Children play on me I'm as loved as a teddy bear snuggled in at night. A couple join me warming my soul. He proposes. They kiss my day is done on the scrap heap. Forgotten, lonely, lost and frightened. I smell burning oil in the air. My couple come to my rescue.
A warm cost home I am kept in the play room.
Memories are passed on by the sound of new beginnings a beginning between two generations...
The Swing • Opuss № I