I have resurrected one of my old poems from 10 years ago and tidied it up….

SWING POEM
by John Yeo

Thoughts drift as I lie here,
I remember my days at school.
Wooden desks and dipping pens,
Playtime in the playground.

“Wake up, John! Please come back.”
The distant words hardly penetrate
My dreamy haze of thought.
I swing from the present, back in time.

I remember the country lanes as a boy,
The sun always seemed to shine.
Fishing with a pole on the local canal,
Then on to secondary school.

My mind jolts as the voice repeats,
“Wake up, John! Please come back.”
I swing from the past to the present,
Then I swung into dreaming again.

“Open your eyes, John, I am here.”
I swing back to the now with love.
The healing sound of love in your voice,
“Come back please, I need you here!”

You stroke my head, my mind swings forward,
I take your tender hand.
“I am never going to leave you, Margaret,
I am sure you understand.”

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