A gentle walk along a rural path
brought forth images of summers
when a swing under the huge cherry tree in the back yard
provided countless hours
of relaxation and fun for one little boy
my son, Tod.
As he swung,
his feet would move back and forth to maintain a rhythm
and he would hum
— quietly, to himself.
For a moment in time,
his world was
If only children everywhere
could live in a world that was
Photo & Text © June Maffin