A gentle walk along a rural path
brought forth images of summers
long ago
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.

swing

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
peaceful,
safe,
gentle.

If only children everywhere
could live in a world that was
peaceful,
safe,
gentle.

Photo & Text © June Maffin

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